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I turn.
“Hell of a season.”
“Yeah.”
I leave.
Mack is still at his stall when I get back.
Everybody else has moved toward showers, family, media, anywhere but here.
He looks at my face.
“No?”
“No.”
He nods once. “Sorry.”
“Yeah.”
My phone starts vibrating.
Quinn.
Mack looks at the screen.
“You should answer that one.”
I sit beside him and pick up.
“Hey.”
“You alive?”
“Questionable.”
“Kansas City’s asking Silas for your rights. They need to know you’d sign, and they need it tomorrow. I can buy you the morning, but not much more.”
“What exactly are they offering?”
She tells me again.
Role. Money. Minutes. A team that thinks I can help them.
Nothing about it is insulting. That would be easier.
“Colt?”
“Give me an hour.”
“Take it.”
We hang up.
Mack leans back against the stall.
“So.”
