Page 51 of Sportsball is for Lovers

I think back to the continuous glucose monitor on his arm. Aside from the first time we hooked up, ever since it’s been virtually unnoticeable. It’s just part of him.

“You’re diabetic?” I ask casually.

He nods. “Type 2. I was diagnosed about four years ago.”

“Huh.”

Jared’s eyes narrow. “What does that mean?”

“Children,” Yoni chides. “Behave.”

I shake my head. “Nothing. It seems like you have it handled well.”

He shrugs. “I take my meds, I check my numbers, I watch what I eat.”

Unbidden, my mind goes to the ravenous way he devoured my pussy—multiple times.

“I’ll say,” I mutter, my cheeks heating.

He smirks.

Yoni looks between us and shudders. “Do you think Arielle knows of any openings on her team?”

My gaze sharpens on him. “What? You want to jump ship?”

He shakes his head. “No. You know I like working for you.” He nods to his brother. “Jare needs a job.”

Jared opens his mouth. “Yoni… we talked about this.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not doing it, so I’m doing it for you,” he snaps. He turns to me. “He’s been working in sports journalism for a decade. On camera, behind the scenes, statistical analysis, he’s done it all. I know Arielle does social media. Does she have any connection to the broadcast team?”

Tapping my mouth with my finger, I think out loud. “They’ve already started the season, so they’re probably full for now. Give it a few months and they might have something.”

Yoni winces. “Months?”

“The Grizzlies are wrapping up their season, though…” Hm, now that’s a thought. “Van mentioned Jacky is going out on maternity leave soon. It would be short-term, but he’d get his foot in the door.”

Jared scoffs. “Can you stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

“Fine. Vanessa works for the Grizzlies in the Logistics department. She could probably get you in on a temp position until something becomes available,” I snap. “Do you want me to call her?”

He frowns. “I⁠—”

“Jare, you really can’t say no,” Yoni tells him gently. “I love you, but you need to put yourself out there. It doesn’t need to be forever. It’s okay if it’s just for now.”

Mo interrupts with the tray of food. My stomach reminds me I haven’t really eaten the last few days, too engrossed in my book to do much more than make a million cups of coffee and the occasional cheese stick.

“Can you make me some more lunch trays?” I ask Yoni. “They were really helpful.”

He smiles gently at me. “Of course, babe. Same as last time?”

“Maybe a different flavor of hummus. The red pepper didn’t do it for me. I really like the olive tapenade hummus you get me.”

My assistant nods, pulling out his phone and making a note. “I’ll swap it out in the grocery order.”

Jared looks between us. “He makes you lunch?”

I nod. “Little protein plates with fruits and vegetables in a bento box. Sometimes it’s the only thing I eat all day. ADHD means I’m not good at listening to my hunger cues.” I stab at a fry covered in chicken and sauce. “Hell, even when I have three alarms and a reminder on my phone, I still forget to take my meds almost every day. And assholes abuse it for fun, which makes it that much harder for me to get it. If he didn’t remind me to fill it every month, I’d never have any.”