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“Woah,” I say as I glance down at my food. The pot pie is ‘dazzling’ as it seems to glow in the dark. Shifting my gaze across the table, I find Kit’s Grilled Cheese literally sparkling. A grin crosses my face. “This isverycool.”

“Do you want a taste?” Kit holds out her fork to me with some grilled cheese. I stare at it, then up at her. She pushes her hand toward me. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

I put my mouth on the fork and take the Grilled Cheese, then close my eyes and groan. “This is possibly the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”

Kit beams and my stomach quivers with excitement.

Just like marrying her was the best thing I’ve ever done. Now, I just need to find a way to convince her.

Chapter Fourteen

Kit

“Youhavetotellme about this kiss!” Genevieve teases, making smooching noises. My face is on fire. “Katy said the car windows were fogging up.”

“They werenotfogging up!” I squeak out of a dry mouth. Not because that kiss wasn’t scorching, but because we were interrupted. I grumble. “That’s such an exaggeration.”

Taking a sip of my soda, I point at the TV. “Oh look, the game’s back on.” My sister is a massive sports fan. I know it’s the only thing that’ll stop her from asking more questions. For now.

I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about the kiss that shook my entire world yet.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this.” She points a finger at me, a determined glint in her eye.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I chuckle. An action from the players grabs my attention. “Why are those two players lifting that guy up?”

Usually, I let Gen watch her games and don’t ask questions, but since this is Beau’s team, I’m curious.

“The ball was kicked out of bounds, so the other team executes a ‘lineout’.” She’s staring at the screen, watching every move intently while talking over her shoulder. “The players will pick up one of their teammates in a ‘lineout lift’ to catch the ball. Usually, the player throwing it makes sure to aim it at his team’s side.”

Okay, that went over my head.

But I can’t get over how rough rugby is as I'm watching. This is brutal.

How does Beau not get hurt?

They keep banging into each other. My face scrunches up whenever someone carries the ball while the other players use their weight to push the ball carrier forward or block an opponent.

“Why did they kick it out of bounds just then?”

“The other team was getting too close to the try line, so they kicked the ball out of bounds to relieve some pressure in their territory,” she spits out, waving her hand at me to be quiet.

I chuckle at her, and shake my head. We’re supposed to be watching the game so she can help me understand how rugby is played.

Genevieve is a true sports fanatic, and once there’s a game on television, she can’t focus on anything else. “Yes!” She yells and turns toward me with her hand in the air.

“What?” I furrow my brow and slap her palm with mine.

“They scored! Five points on the board. Now, Marone will attempt the conversion kick for another two points.”

I watch the angle the kicker is standing at and shake my head. There’s no way he’s making that. How could anyone make it through the uprights at that angle? Not possible.

And just like that, he does. “Wow! That was impressive.”

“The kick! I know. The angle is insane.” Gen takes a sip of her soda. “I always hold my breath a little every time they go for a conversion. But Marone is good. Really good.”

She turns her focus back to the game and then nudges me. “Hey! There’s your man. Next to the touchline in the scrum.”

“The what?” She couldn’t have just said scum. I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing.

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