Page 148 of Triple Play

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“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. She loves us. She’s been miserable for eighteen months. This is what she wants.”

“What if it’s not enough?”

“What if it is?”

I don’t have an answer to that.

“We’re meeting at the house tomorrow,” Jordie says. “Six PM. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t be late.”

“And Grant?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop overthinking. For once in your life, just let yourself have this.”

He hangs up before I can respond.

I sit there for another ten minutes, staring at nothing and thinking about everything.

I think about what Mason might say. Maybe he’d tell me that buying a house with two teammates and the girl we all love is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

Or maybe he’d say it’s the smartest.

I pull up the photos on my phone. The ones from the realtor. Five bedrooms. A big kitchen. A backyard that needs work but has potential. Twenty minutes outside Baltimore.

Our house.

The thought still doesn’t feel real.

My phone buzzes. It’s Elise this time.

Elise: You okay? You’ve been quiet today.

Me: Fine. Just thinking.

Elise: About?

Me: You.

Elise: Smooth, Wilder.

Me: I’m serious. I miss you.

Elise: Miss you too. 47 days until the off-season.

Forty-seven days. I’ve been counting too.

Except, if this works—if she says yes—I won’t have to count anymore.

Me: Can you do a video call tonight?

Elise: Everything okay?

Me: Yeah. Just want to see your face.

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