“Get the f**k outta here you fuckin’ faggot, or I’ll bust your fuckin’ faggot face in!” Ashanti yelled at Adam.
“Yeah, get outta my sight. I never took you for a fuckin’ queer, Davis,” Dean said as he spat in Adam’s face.
Adam jerked awake. He looked around. The drone of the jet’s engines and Brendan’s even breathing brought him back to reality. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the dream faded. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the peacefully sleeping linebacker beside him, head lolling to one side against the backrest. Adam took another deep breath.
They were on the plane headed for Hawaii and the Pro Bowl with the NFC team, coaches and families of those players who were married. The NFL provided chartered jets as some of the players were so big-bodied that
