I would say it was more of an alpha-possessive-caveman-style jealousy thing he had going on. But that didn’t mean he was happy about it, by any stretch of the word. The team was loading their bags on the bus outside of the hotel when Michael pulled up in a shiny red Jaguar convertible, the top already down.īrody and I had talked about who I was traveling with, so it wasn’t a surprise to him. I hated it, but not enough to stop dating Brody.Īfter the game against Tampa, then locker room interviews Sunday afternoon, Brody and the team got ready to head to the airport while I was meeting Michael Langley to drive down to Miami. Some of my male colleagues who held a grudge because I was promoted over them had taken to making snide remarks whenever I walked in the room, alluding to how women reporters secured their interviews. Although, at this point, it was common knowledge that Brody and I were a couple. I still hadn’t given up the room that WMBC paid for, not wanting anyone to ask any questions. Three nights of sharing a suite with Brody in sunny Florida had given me back my confidence in us. Whatever fear had taken up residence inside of me was slowly beginning to dissipate.
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