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“That’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Did you hear about Linc?”

The subject change threw her, and it took Ivy’s brain a second to process that she hadn’t heard any recent news about Linc. “No. What about him?”

“His sister and brother-in-law were in a car accident. Hit by a drunk driver. Both were killed.”

“Oh, my gosh. That’s awful.”

“That’s not the worst part. They left behind a little girl, Linc’s niece. She’s only four. I don’t know all the details, but I guess Linc was the only family member that could be contacted. He left yesterday for Texas.”

Ivy had talked to Colt the night before and he hadn’t said anything. Sure, their conversation had been rushed, but she still would think something that important could’ve been squeezed in. “That poor little girl.”

“I know. Oz says he’s not sure what Linc’s going to do. It’s going to be hard taking care of a small child.”

“What about the grandparents?”

Emerson held up her hands and shrugged. “That’s all I know.”

“Wow. That makes my problems with Colt seem so trivial.”

Emerson nodded. “Same.”

“Well, if you hear of anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will. I’m not sure when Linc’s due back but I know he’ll have his hands full. Especially in the middle of their season. Speaking of which,” she picked up a remote and pointed it at the TV, turning up the volume, “the game’s starting.”

“Hello, ladies.”

“Hey, Matt.” Emerson pulled off her apron and shoved it at him.

“Ivy, may I say how exceptionally lovely you’re looking today.”

Matt was a flirt, but Ivy smiled anyway. “You’re looking pretty snazzy yourself. New hair cut?”

He ran a hand over his close-crop hair that seemed to do the trick of taming his natural curl. “Yeah, do you like it?”

“I do.”

“Hey, what about me? What am I, chopped liver?” Emerson interjected.

“A, you’re my boss, so I’m not supposed to notice how beautiful you are, and B, no way in hell do I feel like getting stomped on by that beefy, football dude who’s always hanging around.”

“And you’re not worried about her football dude?”

He shrugged. “Never see him hanging around. Besides, for Ivy, I’m willing to take the risk.” He gave her a wink.

Ivy knew he was joking, but that didn’t stop a blush from heating her cheeks.

A cheer from the TV drew her eyes. Poodoo, she hadn’t been paying attention to the game. She looked at the score. Nothing on the board yet, but the Phantoms had the ball and had made a first down.

“I’m going to run to the back and whip us up a few snacks,” Emerson said.

Ivy pulled her attention from the screen. “Okay. I wouldn’t say no to some champ fries.”

Emerson laughed. “One order coming up.”

It was third and six and the Phantoms were close enough to the end zone to send their kicker out onto the field to try for a field goal. Ivy watched as he shot the ball through the uprights, giving them the first score of the game.


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