Gerald's POV
As I ran my fingers through my hair and watched the team speed around the track, I tried to ignore the pulsating of my cell phone in my pocket. My soon-to-be ex-wife and her attorney were constantly harassing me during our divorce proceedings. I didn't want to bring it up during practice. Having a professional football team in Philadelphia and demanding all of my money from me didn't help either. What made you think I was a good target? Not me, but a player from Maryland, started up a friendship with her, not me. Because he was the team's quarterback, he made a lot of money, so let him help her out. I sighed and glared at the phone's screen in annoyance.
