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“I was working on my expenses. And Frank said I should talk to you.”

“About?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and squinted at me. “Do you do your expenses yourself? Or is there someone you hired?”

“Why?”

“I thought I could hire them too.”

“I hired a friend, but she isn’t cheap.” I lied.

He shook his head. “I don’t care. I’ll pay anything to get Frank off my ass.”

“$400.” I tossed my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll ask her. You pay in cash. And you bring your laptop to her.”

“Yeah. Whatever it takes.”

I studied him. He seemed like a decent guy. “Okay. I’ll text you.”

He slapped my shoulder. “Thanks buddy. I owe you.”

I foundZoey and Krista standing outside of the family room in the hallway.

“Hey, are you wearing my jersey?” I stood back and admired the way the jersey looked on Zoey.

She shrugged, but there was a smile on her face. “You played really well in the second and third period.”

“What about the first?”

She thought about her answer. “You were doing okay but the rest of your team seemed confused.”

Laughter ripped out of me.

We dropped Zoey off at the SUV, and then I walked Krista to her car.

“Do you think she liked the game?”

“She loved the game. She tossed an extra-large bin of popcorn in the air when you scored. She screamed until her voice was raw and then she asked the dude next to her to teach her how to whistle.”

“No shit.”

“He taught her too. I’m not sure I can hear out of my left ear.”

“Nice.”

She unlocked her door. “So, Zoey said you bought a bed for your guest room.”

“I needed one.”

“Does that mean you will unpack some of your boxes?”

“Don’t talk crazy.”

“You played good tonight.”

“Thanks.”

“What about Zoey?”

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