NatalieDominant in the field. A fiend with the spirals. Unstoppable.The words glow on my laptop screen, stark against a high-resolution photo of Jaxon Wolfgang. I should be focusing on the next article, the one hyping him as the greatest comeback story in the league at the age of nineteen, but my gaze is locked on his face.Specifically on those blue-grey eyes that still make my heart ache and my hands tremble.“Natalie? You’ve read the articles?” Paul’s voice, thick with the effects of his smoking days catching up to him, filters over the phone.My boss is a good man.He started off as a paper boy in the seventies without a single cent to his name. He had built his own sports network, Network Sports Today, known as NSN. I respected the hell out of Paul Bradford.When it comes to being obsessed with players, he’s a maniac.“I’ve read them all, Paul. I’m on my fourth article this morning, believe it or not.”I add a chuckle for good measure, but underneath it, memories of the past
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