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So, we go around the table. Most of our responses are typical, though.

Dad is thankful for a healthy year, Mom is thankful to have both of her kids nearby, I’m thankful I play for a great team, and Harlow is thankful that her blog is helping more people learn about the sport we all love.

And then we get to Knox, my grumpy best friend who turned into the biggest fucking romantic.

“I have a lot to be thankful for this year,” he says. “Winning the World Series was incredible, but finding Harlow was even better.” He smiles down at her as she blushes, pressing her head against his shoulder.

As much as I want to give him shit for his massive change in demeanor, I can’t bring myself to do it. Because he has what I want.

He has love.

The more time that passes, the more I realize that’s what I’m craving. And there’s only one woman I want that with.

As if on instinct, I pull out my phone, texting under the table like I’m still in high school and trying to hide my phone from my teacher.

Cole

Happy Thanksgiving, Starlight

Rory

Happy Thanksgiving, Sparrow

Having a good time?

Cole

Yeah, always loved Thanksgiving

Get to eat too much and not get judged for it

It’s all I’ve ever wanted

Rory

You’re ridiculous

Cole

And you don’t hate it

Rory

No, I don’t

Cole

You ready for your flight tomorrow morning?

Rory

No

I have to finish packing tonight

Cole

Want some help?

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