Mackie
I know
Adorable
Rodriguez leans over in the seat. “Who are you texting?”
I angle the phone away. “No one.”
“You’ve been glued to that thing all day.” His grin widens. “There’s a girl.”
“Mind your business.”
“This IS my business. You’re my teammate, my friend, my designated road trip buddy.” He waves his hand. “I have a right to know why you’re being weird.”
“I’m a goalie. I’m always weird.”
“Yeah but this is different weird.” He settles back in his seat. “Fine. Keep your mystery girl. I’ll figure itout eventually.”
Mackie
two more days
Me
Counting?
Mackie
maybe
okay yes definitely counting
Me
Me too
Mackie
when you get back I’m taking you on another date
Me
Where?
Mackie
it’s a surprise
Me
Should I be worried?
Mackie
absolutely
We lose in St. Louis 4-2. Luca let in a soft one in the third that clearly got in his head. I could see it from the bench, the way he dropped too deep after the goal, overcorrecting, and then his glove started arriving late the way mine does when I’m rattled. One mistake bleeding into the next until the whole game got away from him. There’s nothing anyone can say to fix it.
