Page 77 of The Way We Score

That makes me snort, and I shake my head. No matter what, Garrett Bradford always finds a way to make me laugh.

I’d really like that.

Garrett

Pick a date and I’ll be there.

What about two weeks? I know you can’t keep flying here on a moment's notice.

Garrett

I’ll fly there on a second’s notice if you need me.

My eyes heat, and I wonder when I turned into such a cry baby.

Thank you, Garrett.

Garrett

Anything for you, Cherry.

You’re a good baby daddy.

Garrett

I’ve always been pretty competitive.

Another big grin splits my cheeks.

So you’re going for the title?

Garrett

I’m going for a lot more than that.

Heat floods my veins, and I study my phone, wondering how much more and what more he might mean.

How is it possible, after all this time and everything that has happened, the first boy to break my heart turns into the one vying to be my hero? Although, to be fair, the first man to break my heart was my father.

My mind slips back to middle-school me, working so hard to be seen, going to dance camps, determined to be the best. Thinking if I made it to the very top, he’d have to see me. Then he’d love us again. Then he’d come home.

I was so focused, so controlled. I’ve always been in control. Until now.

My phone hums, and I turn it over to see another text from Garrett.

Garrett

Get some sleep now. The book says the fatigue should ease up in the second trimester, but you’re not there yet.

Another little puff of laughter slips through my lips.

Goodnight, Champ.

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