“Aww. Shucks, guys,” she says, drawing a laugh.
Coach waits for the others to start talking again, then leans over to whisper to me. “Tonight, I celebrate my granddaughter, and in a few years… I’ll celebrate you as starting quarterback for the Bearhawks. I can’t wait to see it.”
I glance at my father, then I shrug. “Maybe,” I say.
“Well, you want it, don’t you?” Coach smirks. “Go get it.”
A week ago, it was all that simple. That easy.
Now, I’m not so sure.
* * *
I lock my bedroom door behind me. It’s just after ten, but I made a promise and I intend to keep it.
With the lights off and my phone in hand, I lie down on my bed. Moonlight shines in through the window above my head as I make the call.
“How was dinner?”
I smile. “Too damn long.”
Dana laughs warmly. “I can imagine. It’s never-ending when my aunt and uncle come over. Vi and I usually end up sneaking out at some point.”
“I’ve never been able to get a read on her,” I say.
“Who? Violet?”
“Yeah. Does she like me? As a person, I mean.”
“She’s never said anything to me either way,” she says with a chuckle. “But she deeply despises mostly everyone, so I wouldn’t take it personally.”
I hum. Best I’ll get, I suppose. “Did I wake you?”
“No, I was up,” she says. “Doing some reading for Grant’s class.”
“Cool.”
“Hey, Connor.”
“Yes?”
“You called.”
I laugh. “I told you I would.”
“Technically, you didn’t.”
“Oh.” Damn. I really didn’t. “Well, it was implied.”
“Never gotten a late night call from a boy before,” she says, her voice light and joyful. “Not sure what I’m supposed to do.”
“Well, what are you wearing?” I ask, only half-joking.
Dana laughs, the sound like pure sunshine. “Shorts and a baggy flannel shirt.”
“Nice.”
“You?”