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Coach yells after Phil as he boards. “You never did this shit.”
“I hate social media,” Phil responds. “Besides, you don’t even know how to look for it.”
I grin at Coach. “Have Phil show you on the bus. Text me what you think or if you have any suggestions.”
Gordy walks up behind me. “Morning, Coach. Can I talk to my sister for a minute.”
Leading me to the side, he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Everything go okay last night?”
“Huh? What do you mean? Coach said he’d talk to you about the plan.”
“He did, but I wanted to know how you were—emotionally.”
I laugh. “Oh my god, Gordy. Are you kidding me?”
He scowls, “I’m just trying to be supportive. You know the touchy feely shit. You’re my sister.”
“Who the hell are you? My brother would tell me to get up off the floor and shake it off.”
“I would not!”
“Seventh grade, Evelyn Dejon deliberately stole a play from me on the soccer field. I was embarrassed and hurt that my best friend would do such a thing. You told me it was a game and to not take it personally. Then to get my ass back up, trip the bitch, stomp on her back, and go out play her.”
He smirks. “Yeah, you did good. Scored two more goals that game.”
“I’ve used that same philosophy for years.”
His eyes shine with the love I know he feels for me. Reaching out, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I just want you to be okay.”
“I didn’t love him. I don’t care. Dash saved me from any embarrassment. Actually, Trevor did me a huge favor. I’ve now got my dream job with the Buffalo Blades.”
And an in with the man I’ve always wanted.
CHAPTER 6
Dash
She’s killing me. She drank all four of her coffees and still has not asked to stop. I drank half of what she did and can’t wait any longer.
She’s been working on her laptop since we hit the road. I was surprised at first, expecting her to want to talk. But the drive has been oddly companionable, with only rare comments on a song playing on the country station.
Glancing up as I pull into the gas station she smiles sweetly at me. “Are you going in?”
“Yes. You won. I’m hitting the restroom first so the bet dinner will be on me. I have no idea how the hell you do it.”
She laughs. “It’s genetic. My mom’s the same, she can go forever.”
After filling the gas tank, we both go inside. I meet her at the counter where she’s buying out the junk food section. “What is all that?”
“Road trip supplies. I checked the forecast, there’s a fast-moving system barreling in and it really looks like we’re going to be hit hard with another storm.” She nods at the clerk. “Rita saysthere’s a sandwich shop a mile down the access road. We should probably stop there as well. Oh, I forgot water.”
“I’ve got a case in the back seat.”
At the truck door she pauses. “You want me to drive for a while?”
“Naw.” When she bristles, I continue. “It’s not a sexist thing. I’ve seen you on the farm equipment at your parents’ place. I know damn well you can handle this rig. But you’ve got work you can do, and I’d be twiddling my thumbs and going crazy. It would be like riding on the damn bus.”
“Fine. But if you need a break let me know.”