Page 10 of How to Score Off Field

Grady: She’ll find you, don’t worry. It’s not like you blend into a crowd.

I grin, tucking the phone into my back pocket and drop my duffel bag from my shoulder to my hand, carrying it toward the vehicle with Tess Donahue at the wheel.

I grin at her as I pull open the passenger side door. “Why, if it isn’t little Tessa Lynn Donahue.”

Not so little anymore—if she ever was to begin with.

“No one calls me Tessa Lynn anymore, Drew.” She rolls her eyes so hard I’m worried they’re gonna get stuck in the back of her skull.

“See, there’s the Tess I remember.”

“Please.” She scoffs. “I never would have corrected you when I was a kid.”

Tossing my duffel over the seat and into the back, I fold my massive frame into her car and buckle my seat belt, locking my eyes on the road so I’m not tempted to stare at her.

Dang.

She looks nothing like I remember—not that I could remember shit about her, and not that I would say that out loud. I don’t want to insult her by implying she wasn’t…memorable.

Clearing my throat, I sneak a glance.

Tess has a pleasant expression pasted on her face. I'm not sure if it’s because she’s concentrating on the road or what she’s about to say next.

“How was your flight?”

“Good.”

Uneventful. Boring.

“I slept.”

She nods, her long dark ponytail swinging a little.

Tess is tan, and I remember that she used to play baseball. I wonder if she still does, but don’t ask her. The last thing I want to do is ask her weird, random questions about herself.

I yawn, doing my best to stretch my long legs in what little legroom her car has, but I was cramped the entire flight here, so another twenty minutes won’t kill me.

“Any turbulence?”

“Nothing terrible.”

Not like this painful conversation.

I rack my brain. “How is the bachelor party planning coming along?”

Beside me, she lifts her chin and adjusts the rearview mirror as she gives it a hard look at the cars behind her, merging onto the highway from the airport’s main drag.

“Good, I guess. Grady is super into it. It’s like he’s the best man or something.”

“How does the best man feel about it?”

Tess smiles. “He doesn’t seem to care. Lucas has been celebrating his wedding for the past month.”

“My brother is like that for our birthday.” Drake celebrates all damn month long as if he were the next coming of the Lord, not just the day or weekend of. “Loves to go out and make it known that it’s his birthday for the entire month of May.”

By the way, it’s May, and I haven’t celebrated once.

Our birthday is in two weeks.

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