“They’re getting married later this year. Need to wait until the season is done.” While she was helping clear the table, Sage’s movements slowed. “What season?” I fought a grin. “Football.” She blinked a few times. “Who’s your sister engaged to?” she asked in a hushed whisper. My pause was a bit more dramatic than necessary, but I couldn’t help it. “Emmett Ward.” The cards fell out of her hands, and her butt plopped back into her seat. “The all-pro quarterback from the Washington Wolves?” she asked on a squeak. “Son of Logan Ward, the best defensive coach of the last decade?”
