{"id":255682,"date":"2026-07-13T04:33:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:33:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/change-the-play-kaylee-ryan\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:33:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:33:42","slug":"change-the-play-kaylee-ryan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/change-the-play-kaylee-ryan\/","title":{"rendered":"Change The Play – Kaylee Ryan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cYou ready for a private tour?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d I smile widely. His enthusiasm is infectious, and how great is it that we\u2019re here, all alone, well, aside from Harry? I never would have been able to experience something like this without Foster. Three hours later, I\u2019m exhausted but energized at the same time. When Foster said tour, he meant it. We\u2019ve covered every inch of the stadium, including the locker room, offices, training rooms, and we even went out on the field, which was incredible.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the suites. Knox is the quarterback, and it\u2019s in his contract that he gets a suite, and he\u2019s nice enough to share it with the four of us. The wives and kids sit up here, along with everyone\u2019s families, when they can make it. Unless they decide to sit down in the action.\u201d<\/p>\n

He winks. \u201cThis is amazing. You can see everything.\u201d I turn to glance at him over my shoulder to find his eyes on me. \u201cCan you see everyone from down there?\u201d I ask. He nods. \u201cIf they\u2019re close to the glass, yes, but not always. Honestly, I don\u2019t look very often. When Coach and Hope come to games, they like to sit in the action, so I grab them tickets down there.\u201d He steps beside me, places his hand on my hip, and points through the window to the seats.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad you have them in the stands for you.\u201d \u201cYeah,\u201d he agrees. \u201cThis year, I\u2019ll have you, too.\u201d The way he says it is so sure, and\u2026 proud that I turn to face him, and I can\u2019t help myself. I rise on my toes and place my lips against his cheek. \u201cI can\u2019t wait to watch you play.\u201d He slides his hand behind my neck and angles my face so that I\u2019m looking up at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to be up here or down there?\u201d he asks. \u201cI want to be where you want me to be. I don\u2019t want to be a distraction for you.\u201d He leans in close, his lips a breath from mine. \u201cToo late,\u201d he whispers, just as his phone rings. He steps back, and I release a staggered breath as he answers. \u201cHey, Landry.\u201d He smiles at me and mouths, \u201cTold you so,\u201d with a grin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I\u2019m at the stadium.\u201d He slides his arm around my waist. \u201cYes, there\u2019s a woman with me. No, it\u2019s not business.\u201d His eyes find mine. \u201cIt\u2019s personal.\u201d He chuckles at whatever Landry says. \u201cWe\u2019ll see. I gotta go. I have company.\u201d He doesn\u2019t wait for a reply before ending the call and sliding his phone back into his pocket.<\/p>\n

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Names, characters, events, locations, businesses and plot are products of the author\u2019s imagination and meant to be used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events throughout the story are purely coincidental. The author acknowledges trademark owners and the trademarked status of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication and use of these trademarks are not authorized, sponsored or associated by or with the trademark owners. The following story contains sexual situations and strong language.<\/p>\n

It is intended for adult readers. Editing: Hot Tree Editing Proofreading: The Ryter\u2019s Proof, Jo Thompson, & Jess Hodge Cover Designer: Lori Jackson Designs Photographer: Wander Aguair Formatter: Champagne Formats Special Edition Cover Designer: Books N Moods 1kitap1.com\/en F Prologue oster There\u2019s a fist gripping my heart. The squeeze causes an ache that\u2019s been there longer than I can remember. Its presence is familiar, yet still unwelcome. Today, however, that ache is for something altogether different.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not from the tragedies of my past. It\u2019s for the hope of my future. Sitting next to me on my right is my high school football coach. Coach Nathan Pruitt and his wife, Hope, stepped up for me in a big way my sophomore year of high school. They took me in when I had nowhere else to go, and they saved me from, well, life. I\u2019ll never be able to repay them for all that they\u2019ve done for me.<\/p>\n

Coach and his wife are the reason we\u2019re here today. Sure, I put in the work, but they guided me. Gave me a safe place to lay my head at night, food in my belly, as much as I could eat, and they pushed me to be better.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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