Chapter Four: The Starting Job Is Not a Prize

Marcus shoved the tablet back into Kai's hands. “They aren't reading your protection. They wait for you to see pressure and escape right. The left end deliberately gives up half a step.” “Why tell me?” “I can lose to you. I won't lose to them.” Kai returned. He drifted right, pulled the pursuit into its trap, then spun and threw a screen left for forty-seven yards. On the next drive, Eli ran three short cuts before breaking to the corner for a touchdown. With two minutes left, the Storm trailed by four. Twenty-two minds shouted the endings they feared. Kai ignored the loudest and found the one corner whose rhythm slowed. *Not another back shoulder. I'm afraid to turn.*