Admit it. You’re watching Notting Hill again.
Me
You don’t know my life.
Harrison
Please. You’ve seen every romcom ever made. More than twice. And you definitely cried when the guy on the bike held up the boombox in?—
I type back fast.
Me
That was Say Anything and it’s ICONIC! Who wouldn’t cry at that?
Harrison
Exactly my point.
Damn him.
Sexy, annoying, emotionally responsible man.
Harrison
Anyway…not texting to bully your cinematic taste tonight. I wanted to tell you something before I forgot.
Me
Everything okay?
Harrison
Oh yeah. Better than okay. I was just thinking about Connor.
Warmth swells in my chest.
Harrison
There’s a travel youth league starting tryouts next month. Connor’s good, Harper. He could make it. If he wants to try, I mean.
Me
LOL. I’d tell you that I’d have to ask him but I already know he’ll be thrilled! Thank you for thinking of him!
Harrison
I was also thinking…if he wants some extra help, I could work with him one-on-one. No pressure. Just skills, confidence, all that. I’m at the arena tomorrow after practice if you guys want to swing by.
Me
Are you sure you’re not too busy? I know you’ve got a lot on your plate at the start of the season.
Harrison
I’m sure. Come on by. Both of you.
The way he says it—both of you—sends a hopeful shiver down my spine. I stare at the screen for a long moment before typing back.
