Afterward, they went for ice cream. Jacob's idea, endorsed immediately by Jake, who'd never met a post-game celebration he didn't support. The shop was crowded with families from both teams, kids still in their uniforms, parents comparing notes on the season.
Emily found herself in line behind a girl who couldn't have been older than seven, studying the flavors through the glass case with the intensity of a federal judge reviewing evidence.
"Sprinkles are superior," the girl informed her, unprompted. "Everyone knows that."
"What about hot fudge?"
"Hot fudge is for old people."
Emily looked at Jake, who was trying very hard not to laugh. "I've been informed that hot fudge is for old people."
"Devastating news," he said. "I'll adjust my order accordingly."
The sun was starting to set by the time they said their goodbyes in the parking lot. A hug from Erika, a wave from Jacob who was already recounting his hit for the third time. Emily watched them head to their car, then felt Jake's arm settle around her shoulders.
"Good day," he said.
"Great day."
"You ready to head home?"
Home. The word still sent a small thrill through her, even now. Home wasn't her apartment with its neutral walls and functional furniture. Home was a craftsman in an established Tampa neighborhood with a dog waiting at the door and a man who made her coffee every morning and curtains that were finally getting replaced next week.
"Yeah," she said. "Let's go home."
They were almost to the Range Rover when her phone buzzed. Then Jake's buzzed a second later.
Emily pulled hers out. A text from Ray.
My office. Monday morning. Both of you.
She showed it to Jake. He showed her his, which said the same thing.
"Well," Jake said. "That's either very good or very bad."
"With Ray, it's usually very interesting."
"True." He opened her door, waited for her to climb in, then leaned against the frame. "Worried?"
Emily thought about it. Six months ago, a text like that would have sent her spiraling, running scenarios, preparing arguments. Now she just felt curious.
"No," she said. "Whatever it is, we'll handle it."
"Together?"
"Together."
Jake smiled. Closed her door. Walked around to the driver's side while Emily watched him through the windshield, this man she'd chosen, this life she was building, this future that was unfolding one Saturday at a time.
Her phone buzzed again. The group text. Claire.
Erika says you were being disgustingly cute at the game. I'm going to need details.
Then Erika:She was taking PICTURES of him. Like a teenager. It was adorable.
Emily laughed and started typing a response as Jake pulled out of the parking lot. The evening light was golden, it always was in Tampa, and Ranger would be waiting at the door, and tomorrow they'd wake up together in a bed that was finally starting to feel like theirs.
Whatever Ray wanted on Monday, they'd figure it out.
