Page 143 of Home Field Advantage
Nan glares at him before looking at me. “What’s wrong with your face?”
“He’s going back to San Francisco,” Tucker answers before I can. “But it better not be for good.”
“I’m only going back for the weekend. I have a meeting with the team about what’s next for me.”
“The weekend?” Tucker raises a brow. “Do you need a travel buddy?”
“Please take him off my hands,” Griffin begs. “I don’t even care if I have to work open to close,take him.”
I laugh, thinking about it.
I could use the distraction for the sixteen-hour drive back and forth. Tucker isn’t the worst person to be stuck with. He may drive me crazy at times, but I also think he may help things move more quickly.
“Are you going to be an obnoxious fan if I bring you to the stadium with me?”
“He probably will,” Nan says flatly.
He stands up tall, lifts his chin, and holds up two fingers. “I’ll be a good boy. Scout’s honor.”
I look back at Griffin. “You sure you want him to go?”
“Please.”
“Take him. More pretzel twists for me,” Nan adds.
“Fine. You can come. But you get one hourmaxon music control for the ride, and you’re not allowed to gush over my teammates.”
“One hour?” He gapes. “Two. And they don’t need to be consecutive.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Be ready to go at four a.m.”
“Jesus. Can we push it to five?”
“Tucker.”
“Ugh. I’ll be ready for four,” he agrees reluctantly.
I slide a twenty-dollar bill across the bar, and Griffin pushes it back. “On the house. You’re doing me a favor.”
“Take it. You have to put up with him the rest of the night.” He barks out a laugh, and I join him as I stand from my stool. “Thank you for the drink.”
“Anytime, Dallas.”
As I leave the bar, I realize there’s one more person I need to see.
CHAPTER 37
TELL ME TO STAY, POPPY
Poppy
I smile when I hear the soft knock on my front door.
Tossing the puzzle piece from my hand to the table, I make my way to the door. Opening it, I find Dallas on the other side. He has an unreadable expression on his face, which makes my smile fall.
“Dallas? Are you okay?”
He stands there, not moving to come in, but a grin forms on his lips. “It’s like déjà-vu.”
