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She picked up the containers to toss in the trash, putting the silverware in the sink. He liked how at ease she was in his home.
His home. That was the first time he’d thought of this place like that.
“I’m heading home,” she said.
“Do you want a ride?”
“No, it’s not too late. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Gin. Homecoming? Want to go?” he asked when she reached for the door handle.
“I’ll talk to the others, see what their plans are,” she said. “I’ll tell them you want to go.”
When she walked out, he decided that one way or another, he was going to buy her a homecoming mum.
Chapter Fifteen
Along box was waitingfor Ginny when she got to the office on Friday. The size surprised her, and the fact that it was white cardboard made her suspect bakery goods, but there wasn't a bakery for miles. She opened the box to reveal an enormous mum surrounded by green and silver ribbons, with silver and green ribbons trailing below, one with the word “Broncos” and another with the word “Homecoming,” and a smile spread across her face.
She’d never had a mum before. She remembered seeing all the girls with them on game days, some with more than one. But she’d never gotten one. She had told herself it didn't matter, that she would rather be smart than popular.
But the tears that sprung to her eyes belied that fact. She knew without looking at the card who sent it. She glanced back toward his office, but the door was closed.
They were going to the game with Con, Sofia and Poppy. Javi and Hailey had to work, Lacey didn’t want to leave her babies, and Beck didn't leave her side.
They were shutting down the office early, driving to Kimmel for some tailgating and the game.
She’d never been tailgating, either. She wasn't even sure that had been a thing when she was in school. The band had arrived at the game, played, and headed home.
The office door opened, and Austin and Marianne stepped out.
“Good morning, Ginny,” Marianne said brightly, crossing over between Ginny and Austin.
Ginny looked past the older woman to Austin, and mouthed, “Thank you,” before he ducked into the first exam room.
He tapped his forehead with his folder, a smile curving his lips as he closed the door.
