“Do you feel like coming to Vegas with me?” “Are you asking me to marry you?” I inquire politely. “No, I’m asking you to come to Vegas and watch us play. My parents will be there. My brother too.” “Gee, great. Can’t wait to see them.” She lightly punches me in the arm. “Come on. They’ve warmed up to you a lot.” “Only your mom.” In fact, Hannah Graham is pretty much my best friend now.
