“And you’re sure about this?” Aiden asks.
“Are you guys sure?” I ask, my heart hammering.
It can’t be this easy. God, I asked them not to bring up Dirk, and they just…agreed. They just believed me. It’s…freeing.
“I know you tried to convince me to become a free agent last year, but?—”
“Addie, you’re the best goalie I’ve seen in a long fucking time,” Brooks says. “It would be my honor to coach you. And the only reason I’m agreeing to step into that role is because I’d get to work with you. Understand?”
My eyes heat. Dammit. I sniff, holding myself together, and eye Gavin. “And you?”
“We’re going to have so much fun. And I gotta be honest, I’m hoping this is my last year, so I’d really like to enjoy it.”
Elated, I throw myself across the table and finally hug them both, knocking over the salt and pepper and maybe a glass of water or two. “Okay, let’s have some fun.”
THIRTY-THREE
JJ
Theo: Who’s excited to see me this weekend?
Finn: You better get me the best seats in the house, Cowboy Quarterback.
Bray: LOL, cause you can’t get your own tickets to a BOSTON football game?
Theo: Um, Tennessee.
Bray: You’re playing in Boston. And sports outside of Boston don’t count.
Theo: That’s not how it works.
Finn: Says the kid who is crying over not playing for Boston.
Theo: I hate you all right now. How’s my sister?
Me: She’s good. I think she’s getting used to the whole single mom thing. Especially since she’s not doing it alone.
Theo: I really appreciate you and the girlshelping her out.
Me: I wasn’t referring to myself. I’m talking about Daddy Finn.
Finn: Duck you very much.
Bray: It’s duck. It will never be duck.
Bray: Duck.
Bray: Duck.
Finn: Okay, this was too easy. GOOSE
Bray: Jesus fucking Christ.
Me: Now it works! Ha.
Me: Also, don’t worry, Finn. Turns out you’re not the only one helping out women in the house.
Finn: What’s that supposed to mean? Who the fuck is helping my sisters out?
