Page 110 of Second Chance with the Single Dad Goalie

---

I give him a nod. "Thanks for checking in."

Connor nods back. "Good. That kid’s tough."

I finish packing up, slinging my duffel over my shoulder. Just as I’m about to head out…

My phone rings.

I glance at the screen.

Whitney.

I don’t even try to stop smiling.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The guys lose it.

"That’s her, isn’t it?"

"Look at his face - that’s her."

"Put it on speaker!"

I shake my head, laughing, and step away, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Hey, darlin’."

Her voice is warm. "I believe congratulations are in order. Congrats on your win."

"Thanks," I murmur, still smiling.

I pick up my bag, waving the guys off as I step out into the hall. "How are the kids? How’s Nico?"

"They’re fine," she says. "Nico’s much better now."

"Good," I say. "I was going to come by later…"

"Actually…!" She hesitates. "That’s not why I called."

I stop walking. My grip tightens around my duffel.

"What’s wrong?"

Silence.

"Whitney?"

She exhales. "It’s…, it’s…, just come home and see it yourself."

My pulse kicks up.

Something’s wrong.

"Whitney." My voice is firm. "Tell me."

But she doesn’t.

"Just come home, Blake."

---