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“They probably spent the flight regrouping like we did yesterday. I bet their coach isn’t yelling at them about being sloppy though,” I replied with a shrug.

Parker still hadn’t gotten over that word.

“I bet he is.” She laughed. “You played amazing. The atmosphere was incredible, everyone was talking about it when Radley and I went home. We could feel it as we left the stadium. The cheers were so loud.”

“It’s because you were wearing your Simpson shirt,” I replied, sipping my coffee.

She shook her head. “I wore it the night before, too, and that didn’t go so well.”

“I know, but I’ve decided the magic needed to recharge.”

“The magic?”

“Yeah, the magic you make when you wear my shirt.”

“That’s a thing? Magic shirts.”

“It’s a thing.”

“Well, with or without the magic, you played amazing. You all did. But especially you.” She smiled, her pale brown eyes twinkling. “I was really proud of you.”

Out of nowhere, my cheeks warmed, blushing like a goddamn schoolgirl. Like it or not, Millie complimentingme seemed to result in a physical reaction. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to them coming from her, or that, when they did, they were so sincere it almost felt like my heart was about to burst open.

“Thank you,” I replied, eventually. “I missed seeing your face when I ran back to home plate though.”

“I didn’t miss being up on the big screen when you do.” She laughed, and the phone shook in her hand as she did. “And I gotta say, the suite Radley and I were in had an awesome buffet. No lines, servers just for us, all the fried chicken I could eat…I could get used to that.”

“Fried chicken?”

“Yep, fried chicken. Which is weird because I’d been craving it so badly all day.”

“And then it was there for you?”

“It was.”

“See, you’re magic. I told you.” I grinned, finishing off the final drops of my coffee.

“Want me to magic you a win?”

I nodded. “Yes please, then I can come home to you as soon as possible.”

A smile began forming in the corners of her mouth, pulling up until it spread across her face. She really was so insanely beautiful. It didn’t matter the time of day, or the medium with which I was looking at her, she was stunning. Period.

“I’d like that. I’ve missed you this week.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah? It’s too quiet without you.” She laughed, in turn making me chuckle.

Catching sight of the time, I threw back the covers andheaded into the bathroom. “Now tell me what you’re doing today before I have to get in the shower.”

“Holiday is coming over to hang with Radley and me. But I think she also wants to arrange the nursery.”

“Arrange it? There’s nothing in it,” I replied, picking up my toothbrush.

“I know, but we’re going to pretend there is.”

I had no idea what that meant, but I laughed anyway. “I can’t wait to hang with you and pretend there’s furniture in our nursery.”

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