Page 68 of The Way We Win

Danielle had already soured on our marriage when she turned up pregnant with Kimmie. I’m just thankful she told me and didn’t do anything unforgivable.

I wonder how Allie feels about having another baby. As if we’ve even gotten anywhere close to such questions. I’ve got to get a handle on my fantasies.

“I can’t keep a secret!” Dylan’s laugh draws my attention. “Jack will tell you—I always ruined Christmas.”

“You never ruined it.” I put cream in my mug before taking a sip. “We learned pretty fast what not to tell you.”

“See?” She gestures to me while looking up at her husband.

“Does this mean I can tell the guys now?”

She inhales slowly. “We really should wait before we tell everybody.”

Logan looks at me, shaking his head. “The girls will all know by the end of the week. Bet me.”

“Nope.” I hold up a hand, polishing off my coffee.

“Just have my back when the dogpile begins.”

“I got you.” I put the mug in the sink and head for the door. “I’ll grab Kimmie, if I can get her away from that cat.”

“You should let her keep Apricot,” Dylan calls after me. “She’s a great mouser.”

“Don’t start. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be at Garrett’s. I need to get him back out to practice.”

“I’d like to have you on the show soon, if you’re available.”

Pausing at the back door, I think about appearing on Logan’s radio show. He always wants me to talk about the seniors to watch, and from what I hear, a lot of scouts—as well as parents and fans—tune in to what I say.

“Let’s wait until Austin is able to get some time on the field. He should be back in the game next week.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

I give him a wave as I head out to find my daughter.

“I hopeyou made the most of last night.” Garrett meets me at the door of his cottage on the bay. “Allie was looking fine in those glasses, and that thing she’s doing with her hair now.”

I’m about to punch him on the shoulder when my daughter pushes past us.

“Where’s baby Gigi?” Kimmie runs into the house. “I want to hold her!”

“Wow,” Garrett gripes. “I remember when she used to be excited to see me.”

“Gigi’s cuter.”

“Aunt Liv’s picking Gigi up from her grandma’s.”

“Aw!” Kimmie stomps back to where we stand, her little shoulders slumped. “What am I gonna do now?”

My brother pats her shoulder. “You’ll just have to hang out with us for afew minutes.”

Kimmie’s bottom lip pokes out, and Garrett bends down to swoop her off her feet.

“Uncle Grizzlay!” she squeals.

He puts her on his back. “I know what you like.”

I shake my head following them to the kitchen.

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