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I laugh.

She folds her arms. "What?"

"Greyson won three league championships."

Her eyebrows climb.

"And two MVP awards."

Her head tilts and she chews on her bottom slip for a bit. “Oh… I forgot.”

"You forgot?

"Baseball and soccer, I know that. But I do remember my dad talking about it.”

“You walk by the life size photo of him hoisting the trophy every day.” My smile couldn’t get any wider. She just brings me to life.

She rubs her forehead. "Okay... but hear me out."

I wait.

"What about your dad?"

"My dad?"

"He speaks football and so does Mary Beth."

Another nod. "Correct."

"And..." she says carefully, "...didn't your sisters mention he still needs a date to Parker and Annika's wedding?"

I blink.

She smiles.

"If they're already talking football... maybe they're talking over coffee."

I study her for a long moment.

"What?"

"I enjoy watching your brain work." I can’t stop smiling, a relatively new facial expression for me.

She thinks about it for a few beats then points at me. "That's your version of calling me adorable."

"It is."

"I'll take it."

I call Dad instead of texting. He answers on the second ring.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes, Maci spoke with Mary Beth. You met her at the launch. She’s one of our players."

Silence.

"She needs strategy help. Our match with Chicago is this weekend."