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His smile spreads.
“Good. Then you'll come with me.”
There it is. Not a question. I straighten.
“Nope.”
The word flies out before I can overthink it.
Coach blinks. Actually blinks.
Apparently, he wasn't expecting that.
To be fair, neither was I.
“Nope?”
“No date. I'm chaperoning.”
“So am I.”
“Then I guess we're both going to be busy.”
“Maggie—”
“Aggie.”
His nostrils flare.
Oh, shit.
Did I just do that?
Yes.
Yes, I did.
My knees might be trembling, but we're counting it.
“I thought we'd gotten past this game,” he says.
“What game?”
“You playing hard to get.”
“I'm not playing anything.”
His smile disappears.
“You've been avoiding me.”
“Yes.”
Oh.
Well.
There it is.
