“But you can still use Finn’s tickets. I’m sure Miriam would enjoy the company.”And getting her girlfriends only cheering section…
She shook her head softly. “I couldn’t.”
“You can.” Em reached out to grab her hand. “Really, I’ll be fine.”
“Em.”
“Who knows,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “I may end up sitting down next to the field after all.”
It was highly unlikely, but possible.
“I’m sure Finn would like that.”
Finn.
Now that the two friends had tackled their friendship and what had happened with Grant, it was the only tough conversation left to have.
She sighed loudly.
“He’s really upset. He’s been asking me every day if I’ve talked to you. And every time I say no, he looks a little more broken.”
Em’s chest tightened. She hated that she’d hurt her brother. While she had every right to be upset, she found her irritation lessening every day. Now that she’d made up with Frida, it was practically nonexistent.
“I’ll talk to him tonight,” she said, her attention going back to the paper she’d been trying to grade for the last five minutes.
Frida let out a dramatic sigh. “I planned to spend some one-on-one time with him when I was done here.”
When Em’s head snapped up, Frida burst into loud laughter. “Oh my goodness. It’s going to be so fun messing with you.”
Em shook her head, but she was happy to see that even though Frida was dating her brother, that some things wouldn’t change.
Grant
Grant’s stomachtwisted in knots as he got dressed in his game day kit with the rest of the team.
It had been hard watching the rest of the players practice without him for the last few weeks—harder to watch them play while he sat on the sidelines. Even though his ankle had fully recovered, everything felt a little off.
Bastian was too cheerful. Finn was too distant. And it seemed like everyone else was watching out of the corner of their eyes to see what would happen now that Grant was back.
He sat on the bench to tie his shoe and tried to ignore the simmering tension and get his head ready for the game when Cardosa plopped down beside him.
“How’s the ankle feeling?” he asked, jerking his head down at Grant’s foot.
People had been asking him that all week, and it was starting to get on his nerves. If he wasn’t ready to play, he wouldn’t be kitted out, would he?
“Good. As long as I don’t push it too hard tonight, I think it’ll be fine.”
Cardosa slapped his back. “We’re all glad you’re back.”
“Are you?”
Cardosa’s brows lowered. “Of course we are.”
He lifted his brows. “Even after my fight with the captain?”
Cardosa jerked his chin toward Vinny, who sat alone in the corner. “You act like that guy doesn’t do something stupid every week.”
Oh great. It looked like Grant’s fear of getting a reputation like “The Box” was coming true. He sighed. “Yeah.”
