I kiss her cheek quickly. “See you. Get my good side.” “That’s his butt,” Fletch says with a wink. “Make sure you get plenty of butt shots.” “He does have a nice butt,” she says, which of course makes half the squad hoot and holler. “You’re gonna be in trouble later!” I call as I grab a football from one of the assistants and jog back onto the slushy field. “What are you going to do, throw a snowball at me?” she calls back. Not a bad idea. “With my aim, princess? Don’t give me ideas you’re not prepared to handle.”