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That’s right.

Now put your feet to work and check your door.

Daphne

Again?

I rushto my front door, swinging it open eagerly. Cameron’s been busy preparing for the match this weekend, but every day he’s left small gifts outside my door—slices of cake from a top-rated bakery, a pothos plant, a bag of gummy worms, and today, a little teacup with a yellow duck painted on the bottom. I pressthe cold porcelain to my cheek, right where he kissed it a week ago.

Daphne

!!!!!!!!!!

I love it.

Goose

Talk later. Gtg.

I’m completely ducking smitten.

Chapter 16

Cameron

Daphne Quinn

You got me a jersey?

#1? Cute!

I have the perfect outfit to wear with this. :)

Cameron

Looking forward to it.

Daphne Quinn

Good luck today. I’ll look for you on the pitch.

You’ll be the hunky one at the goal right? ;)

Is pitch right?

Cameron

That’s right.

Good job.

Didshe mean to call me hunky? My mind races through alternatives—chunky, funky, junky? I scan the message again, and a smile crests my lips. Then I glance at my response.Good job?That’s the best I could come up with?

Focus, Cameron.You have a game to win.

I roll my shoulders, crack my neck, and toss my stuff in my locker.

“All right, team, let’s go out there and put our best foot forward,” Coach Thompson says, positioning himself just outside his office, looking every bit like a general preparing his troops for battle. “Jung, keep an eye on that knee. We can’t afford any injuries today—not with twenty-six games left. Hastings, pay attention to Sutton’s striker. The kid’s got a hell of a diagonal run. If you see him moving before your defense does, alert them.”

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