Break
I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I had been sipping at my scalding coffee for the last twenty minutes, replaying yesterday. Izzy was different than anyone I’d dated before.
Being in the spotlight as a football player led me to women who enjoyed being in the spotlight. Maybe a little more than they enjoyed being with me. But Izzy was so real.
Very herself.
And I couldn’t get enough.
I was trying to figure out how long I needed to wait to text her or, call her or see her. Probably longer than I wanted to.
I needed to brainstorm something we could do with the boys. But then I remembered our little game of questions yesterday. Izzy had been a solo parent for almost three years and was a great one.
But she also deserved a break. Like any parent.
I pulled out my phone and texted Luke, hoping he’d have the connections to help me arrange my surprise. Excited about my idea, I took a large sip of my coffee and stood. I needed to get going if I was going to arrange all of this.
And Izzy was going to love it.