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I blow out a breath, slowly sinking to the floor. There is no denial, no rebuttal, no clarification I could give.

I love Ty Matthews. I do.

And I said it for the first time via text. I wrinkle my nose. That just won’t do.

“Hey Zoltan,” I yell out. “Do you have any good barbecue recipes? You know, that I could take?”

He’s silent for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Good. Can you bring them when you come back?”

“Do you want me to make them for you next week?”

I pop my head out of my room, because why the hell am I yelling from behind the door? He must think I’m a total weirdo.

He wouldn’t be wrong!

“No, just the recipes. It’s for a… project.”

“A project?” He sighs, furrowing his brow at me.

“Fine. I want to cook something for Tyler but I am not, er, great in the kitchen.”

“Oh. Well, that I can definitely help with.”

“Perfect.” I beam at him. “Okay. I really do have to work now.”

“Me too,” he says, frying pan in hand.

“Right. Okay.” Feeling like an idiot, I close the door again.

I love Tyler Matthews… and he’s my husband.

What a strange and amazing turn of events.

CHAPTER 52

TYLER

The week’s gone by in a blur. My spy, aka Zoltan the private chef, reports that Savannah’s been mostly eating the food he makes her, so I was able to at least rest easy in my hotel room and concentrate at the away game.

We didn’t win.

It still grates, even as I pack my tired ass into my car and sit in traffic on the way home.

Deep breaths. I can’t control the outcome of every game, Dr. Kim tells me, just like I can’t control what people think about me, but I can control the way I play.

At least I’ve been more dependable on the field.

Finally, I turn the corner onto the long driveway to my house, surprised to see Jacob’s SUV out front.

“How did he beat me home?” I mutter, raising an eyebrow.

There’s another car parked next to his, and my heart surges in my chest when I realize whose it is.

Savannah.

My foul mood lifts, and I’m grinning as I grab my bag out of the car. I’m home, and Savannah is right where she should be: with me.

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