Olive’s eyes darted back over to Greer, who simply smiled. “If you need a third person to play catch with, you just wave me over, okay?” She leaned in. “I’m really good at making Parker miss.” Parker scoffed. “Yeah, because you can’t aim for crap.” When Olive smiled back at Greer—only the slightest curl to her lips, but a smile nonetheless—my heart stuttered over a few beats.
