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“What about her?”

She shrugged. “Is this a permanent thing?”

I swallowed. “We’re just trying to get her on her feet.”

Krista stepped up and jabbed me hard in the chest. “You need to take care of her, because if you don’t, I swear to God, I’ll disown you.”

Zoey waited patientlyin the SUV. I glanced at her as I got in beside her. What was it about her that made me want to slash every dragon for a hundred miles? It baffled me. She didn’t expect it. Maybe that was why? She was just valiantly always trying to handle things on her own.

“So, how did you like the game?”

“It was good.”

I glanced over at her. Blue eyes studied me back.

“What’s that look for?”

“Why doesn’t your team like you?”

Shock. “What?”

“Nothing.”

I glanced over at her again. She stared out the passenger window. “Zoey.”

“I thought you knew. Sorry I said anything.”

“Did Krista say something?”

“No.”

“So why do you think my team doesn’t like me?”

Pause. “They all slap each other and cheer each other on. When you score, they barely acknowledge you.”

My gut twisted. “Was it that obvious?”

She turned to face me. “I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

Her honesty astonished me. “I don’t feel bad. I’m just surprised you noticed.”

“Did you do something?”

“Not to them.”

“But you did something.”

“It’s a long story.”

She studied me. “What are you going to do about it?”

I pinched my nose. “Krista thinks I need to have a party.”

Blue eyes stared at me. I wanted to ask what she was thinking, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

Time to change the subject. “So there is a guy on my team who asked if you could help him.”

“For what?”

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