Room for More(91)By: Beth Ehemann
He stood up and grabbed a paper off his desk.
“Before I give this to you”—he sat down across from me—”I want you to know how proud I am of you. You ended with an amazing year, even with that rocky start. This is a fair deal that I think you should seriously consider.”
My heart started beating as fast as I could ever remember it beating in my whole life.
I’ll take less money; I don’t care about that. Please be the Wild. Please be the Wild.
He set the paper down on the table in front of me and sat back again. I grabbed it off the table, searching through the legal bullshit, looking for a city and a team name.
I jumped up off the couch and fist pumped the air as every muscle in my body contracted at the same time with excitement. I vaulted over the coffee table and landed in Andy’s lap, bear hugging him.
“First of all, get off me, this is weird. Second, I’m assuming you’re happy with that offer?”
“I didn’t look at the offer.” I hugged just his head. “It’s in Minnesota, that’s enough for me.”
“You should probably look at the offer, Brody.”
I stood up and climbed back over the coffee table to my side. Picking up the offer, I squinted as I scanned it quickly, this time looking for a dollar sign and a time period.
There it is.
“What the fuck?” I dropped the paper on the table and stared at Andy incredulously.
He grinned at me and nodded. “You’re reading that right. They’re offering you seven million a year for six years. A forty-two million dollar contract. That’s a franchise record for a goalie, Brody. I think you should take it.”
“Take it?” I yelled, jumping up again. “I want to hump it.”
“Well, Ellie doesn’t want to clean anything gross out of the fax machine, so keep your dick in your pants, okay?”
“Dude.” I shoved my fingers in my hair and left them there as I paced his office. “This is fucking huge.”
“It’s beyond fucking huge. After the way you kicked all kinds of ass the second half of the season, I knew they would offer to keep you here. I didn’t expect that number, though.” He took a pen out of his pocket and tossed it on the table. “Whenever you’re ready, bro. Sign away.”
I was facing the bookshelves in the far corner of his office with my hands still locked on top of my head.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
I spun around slowly to face him. “Kacie. I can’t wait to tell her. She’s gonna fucking flip.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Dude, you’ve had it bad for that girl for a year now. You gonna marry her or what?”
Nothing short of the building falling down around us at that very moment would have stopped the grin that slid across my face. “Funny you should mention that…”
“Did you guys have fun tonight?” I ran my fingers through the tiny blonde strands of Lucy’s hair that fell across her forehead.
She beamed and nodded excitedly.
“We’ve never been to that place before. It was fun, huh?” I said to them, looking over at Brody who was sitting on a chair on the other side of their bed. They had their own beds but insisted on sleeping together still.
“It was really fun,” Lucy said. “Can we go back again?”
“Sure,” I answered.
“Tomorrow?” she asked.
“I don’t know about tomorrow.” I laughed. “But we’ll definitely have dinner there again soon, okay?”
“I liked it when they sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to you and made you wear a cowboy hat.” Piper giggled.
“And then they made you ride that stick horse,” Lucy yelled, hopping out of bed and galloping around the room.
“That was my favorite part too.” Brody held his hand up and high-fived her as she skipped by him. Then he looked at me and winked. “I never wanted to be a stick horse so bad in my whole life.”
I raised my eyebrows and gave him the warning look, trying not to laugh. “Come on, Lucy, back in bed. It’s late.”
Lucy climbed back into bed and snuggled up as close as she could to Piper.