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I hang up and put the phone on my nightstand. Wondering how exactlyI’mgoing to fall asleep tonight.

I’m not sure I have ever felt this excited about anything in my entire life.

The beautiful, enigmatic Susie Owens, now Daniels, and the magnificent Amelia Adams want to be my wife…for real.

I am one lucky man.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Susie

After watching the gamewith Brie’s Aunt Marie and Uncle Rich, I went to my parents' house. Mom told me that I needed to tell my father I was married and that I needed to do it sooner rather than later.

Since Brie’s aunt and uncle live next door, I guess there’s no time like the present.

I rest my hand on the doorknob and take a deep breath before pushing the door open and heading inside.

“Hey, Mom, Dad, it’s me,” I call out, closing the front door behind me. I take my coat off and hang it in the closet.

“In here,” my dad calls from the living room. I head down the hall to the living room, hearing talking. When I reach the living room, I find both my parents sitting on the couch watching the press conference on TV.

I look over to my mom, and the gleam in her green eyes has my stomach swirling. I hope that’s a sign that dad will take the news that his daughter got married to a virtual stranger well. But it’smore likely that she’s finding humor in a slightly crazy situation that isn’t in one of my novels.

Dad points to the TV just as he mutes it. “Do you have any news about this wholeTea Time, Josh kissing someone else thing?”

The tightness in my stomach loosens. This is an easy topic for me to talk about. I fill them both in on my conversation with Josh and Adam.

“Well, that explains why his play was so sloppy.” Dad unmutes the TV to listen to the rest of the press conference as if there’s nothing more to discuss.

“Adam, huh?” My mom asks, and I narrow my eyes at her. My heart thrashing around in my chest. She presses her lips together.

“Yes,” I say tightly. “Adam was talking with Josh when this supposedly happened and said there was no kissing.”

“Well, that’s good,” my dad says, not picking up on my mom’s teasing tone. “It would be foolish of him to wreck things with Brie after they finally got together.”

His attention focuses back on the TV and the press conference. Dad has a superpower.

When sports are on, he tunes out anything else happening around him. This is where Josh and I get our laser-focused, slightly obsessive personalities when it comes to sports.

“Is that Daniels’ jersey?” He nods toward the number on my chest.

The question catches me off guard, and I look down at my Mavs jersey. I don’t need to look down. I know whose jersey it is. But I’m nervous, and when I’m nervous, I do silly things—not just babble. Like right now, I pull the jersey away from my body and show him the number that he already saw.

“Yup,” I squeak out, causing my dad to look at me with his eyes narrowed and the corner of his lips curled.

“I see someone has a crush on the new lineman.” My dad chuckles and pats my mom’s knee.

“I think you could say it’s something like that,” my mom answers, wearing a smile so big I’m pretty sure I’d easily be able to count every one of her teeth. I scowl at her and she just smirks at me. “Go ahead, honey, and tell your dad.”

“Tell me what?” Dad says without turning his head away from the TV.

“Oh, just that I’m married.” I turn and start to walk out of the house. “Gotta go. See you—”

“Suzanne Amelia Owens!” My dad calls out. “What did you just say?”

“That I’m married?” I ask, my back to him.

“Is that question for you or me?” I turn back to him and see his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed.

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