Page 98 of Sweet Spot
“Dan,” Milly calls as she walks toward us. A woman follows closely behind her. “Dan, have you met Addison yet?”
Addison blushes a bright red that almost matches the shade of her hair and holds her hand out to my dad. “Milly has told me a lot about you.”
Lincoln leans down and whispers in my ear. “Looks like Gram found someone new to play matchmaker with.”
I glance to her, and she gives me a mischievous wink, which has me grinning like a fool.
“Come on, my parents are around here somewhere.”
He sweeps me away and we make our way through the small crowd until my eyes land on a man who looks like an older version of Lincoln.
“Keira, these are my parents, May and Jim.”
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” I tell them.
“You too. Welcome to the family.” Lincoln’s mom pulls me into a warm hug, and then his father does the same.
“What’d I miss? Did she say yes?” A man comes to a stop next to Lincoln’s parents, adjusts his tie, and then finally looks between Lincoln and me. A cocky smirk pulls his mouth into a wide smile.
“Keira, this is my obnoxious little brother, Kenton,” Lincoln says before grabbing him playfully and hugging him.
“Nice to meet you, Keira,” Kenton says. “If you want embarrassing stories on this one”—he punches Lincoln in the arm—“I have you covered.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Lincoln warns him.
“What? She can’t agree to marry you without hearing about the time you peed the bed and blamed it on the dog.”
Lincoln hangs his head and mutters under his breath. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me away, shouting over his shoulder, “Thanks a lot, man. Enjoy the party.”
Abby, Erica, and Cassidy sit off to one side with Smith and Keith. After I’ve met all of Lincoln’s family, I sneak away to join them.
“Congratulations.” Abby stands and squeezes me hard.
The other girls do the same, and I take a seat next to Keith.
“Congrats,” he says. “Senior year won’t be the same without you.”
“Iaman awesome lab partner.” I bump his shoulder with mine. “I got you a present to make up for all the stress I’ve caused you over the last three years.”
He raises a brow in question.
“Reeves Sports all access, unlimited membership for life.”
“No way?”
“Yes way. Thanks for always having my back.”
“I, uh, have something for you, too.” Keith stands and produces a folded newspaper clipping from his front pocket. He holds it out to me. “I thought you might want to frame it.”
As I unfold the paper, Erica moves so she can see and busts out laughing.
“What is it?” Abby asks.
I hand it to her. “It’s the correction the paper issued from that interview I did at the qualifier citing Lincoln Reeves as my coach instead of Potter.” I smile at Keith. “Thank you. I knew you had a little rebellious streak in you.”
It’s hours before Lincoln and I get back to the apartment, and when we do, I drop onto the couch exhausted and happy. So freaking happy. I hold my left hand up, admiring the big rock on my finger. It’s beautiful and a little heavy.
“Do you like it?” he asks, taking a seat next to me. “I’ve never seen you wear jewelry, so I had no idea what to pick.”
