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“I don’t have a date,” Calvin confirms. “Is it okay if I go with your sister?” Cal looks at me for an answer.
“I’m good with that,” I say honestly. “I’d like to have you there, Scarlett.”
“I’d love to be there,” Scarlett says, as she smiles over at Cal. “Is it before or after the holidays this year?”
Every year, the Boston Revs host a holiday party at the same downtown luxury hotel. The only thing that really changes is the date. It’s always in December or January and it really depends on our schedule. We had our bye week and Thursday night game earlier this season, so we are having our holiday party in January this year.
“After our last regular season game, which is on a Saturday in January, and the holiday party is on Sunday night,” Calvin answers for me.
Hopefully, we’ll have a bye week for the playoffs the following week.
I’m thinking about the bye, but I don’t dare say anything yet. Only one team in our conference will get a bye week. We are on track for the playoffs and the bye with our strong record so far, but with one slipup, that coveted bye week could easily go to an opponent.
I don’t want to talk about it. I’m a little superstitious and don’t want to jinx anything.
Goldie loudly gasps and claps her hands in excitement. “Oh! Let’s all go shopping together!”
“Didn’t you just say you already bought a dress?” Bryce lifts his brow in confusion. I’m right there with him. You don’t need two dresses for the event.
Goldie rolls her eyes in retort while the ladies all agree to make plans to go shopping soon.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sebastian
“Idon’t think I’ve ever seen it,” I admit to Annie.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it on Thanksgiving before,” she admits back.
We are walking down the aptly named Water Street in Plymouth on the sidewalk that separates the street from the ocean.
It’s a gorgeous fall night with a cool breeze coming off the Atlantic Ocean. It’s a little chilly, mid-thirties perhaps, but I’ve worn shorts on colder days than this.
It’s after six on Thanksgiving evening. Annie grew up a few blocks away from downtown Plymouth and the Atlantic Ocean in a historic colonial house.
We decided to take the mile or so stroll downtown after a delicious dinner hosted by her family. I think Annie needed a break from her brothers. Okay, I did too.
They wereveryexcited that I was there for dinner, especially Ryan. Apparently, Annie did not mention to any of herbrothers or extended family members that I was attending, nor did she mention we are officially together.
I’m trying not to overthink that one. I hope she’s been enjoying our time together and being in our own bubble—I know I have.
Her parents and some of her friends, like Goldie, know we’re together, but I thought it was suspicious that she hadn’t told her brothers yet. However, maybe the reaction we received was why she waited to tell them.
Needless to say, we both needed a break from the noise for a minute.
“It’s kind of disappointing, huh?” I say, staring at this little rock down a pit hole.
“Yeah.”
“It’s smaller than I thought,” I go on.
She bites back her lips, but then laughs.
“Okay, I’m sorry, but I have to say ‘that’s what she said.’ You can’t set up a gal two times in a row like that,” she says, while laughing.
“My bad.” I laugh with her.
I thought Plymouth Rock would be bigger, though. It’s…just a rock. The rock is in a very nice display case but yeah—a regular rock.
