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his hands through his hair. Colt could see worry filling his emerald-green eyes. Something was definitely not right, but Paxton didn’t want to talk about it. So he decided not to push it. He understood that sometimes a person didn’t want to open up and discuss a festering internal wound. If and when Paxton wanted to discuss what was going on with him, Colt would listen.
    Dr. Ellwood shook his head. “Fine, I’m not going to argue with you. You’re going to do what you want no matter what I have to say.”
    “Damn straight.”
    Dr. Ellwood frowned at him. Colt got a good look into his eyes, and he saw the same worry flashing back at him as he’d seen in Paxton’s. Maybe he should ask questions.
    “Is there something I should know?”
    “No, everything is great,” Paxton said.
    Colt decided he wouldn’t push. He’d already done more than he was comfortable with. Dr. Ellwood shook his head again and walked away. Whatever they were discussing bothered him, but he wasn’t getting the results he wanted. If Paxton didn’t want to listen to the doctor, he wasn’t about to hear anything Colt had to say.
    “So you ready to win today?” he asked.
    “Hell yeah.” Paxton grinned. “I’m ready to roll.”
    Paxton held up his hand high, and Colt reached up and high-fived him. Colt wasn’t sure what was going on inside the quarterback’s mind. He knew one thing though—Paxton was doing everything he could to put on a good show. The man generally didn’t act this pumped up before a game. He walked away from Colt and began to jiggle and dance in place in front of his locker. It was…weird. Colt didn’t have any other word he could have used to describe it. First his odd behavior with Alison and now this…
    Colt put it out of his mind when he got to his own locker. He needed to change into his own gear and prepare for the game. He never knew for sure when coach would decide to put him in. He was only the second string and generally didn’t get a lot of play time. Paxton carried the major load and pressure to win. Someday Colt would have it, but for now he was being groomed to take over one day.
    He pulled off his shirt and tossed it in his locker. He stripped down to his boxers and began to pull out his equipment. One by one he put each piece on until he was in his full uniform. Once he was dressed, he went to the meeting area and took a seat. Coach would be in soon to begin the pregame meeting. He hoped it would go by fast.
    “Okay everyone gather in,” Coach called as he walked into the room. “Hurry up we have a few things to go over.” He clapped his hands a couple of times to get everyone’s attention.
    The players all came in and took a seat. They gave coach their full attention.
    “Now I’m not going to give you any pretty speeches. You all know what you need to do today. The Broncos are not going to hand us a win.”
    Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
    “Now everyone go onto the field and be prepared to win.”
    Colt didn’t need to be told twice. Usually coach had a lot more to say. He wondered why he didn’t give one of his long-winded speeches and go into more detail about the game plan. The way his mind worked always fascinated Colt. Surely he had a reason for the light talk and go win attitude. He looked over his shoulder and saw coach pull Paxton aside. Maybe he needed some one on one time with his star player.
    When he entered the stadium, the first thing he saw was Emma. She was standing on the sideline with her arms across her chest, her cinnamon hair blowing in the wind and whipping across her cheeks. She really should have pulled it up into her usual ponytail.
    He jogged over to her side. “See anything interesting?”
    She scowled up at him. “Don’t you have something better to do?”
    “Nope. Not at the moment.”
    Emma rolled her eyes. “Go play with your friends, Colt.”
    “I want to talk to you.”
    She turned to look at him, her blue eyes flashing ice. “Could