“Shawn?” I open my eyes when she says my name. She wrings her hands together and fixes her hair. I think she’s avoiding eye contact, because she’s looking at everything but me now. “Yeah?” I ask. “We’re—we’re okay, right?” “Of course we’re okay, Lacey girl.” I kiss her forehead and squeeze her shoulder. “Just don’t even think about putting Dallas’ jersey back on. Next time, I’ll cut it off you.” Lacey laughs and bobs her head. “Okay. Only your jersey from now on,” she says. “Atta girl.” I tap her hip. “I’ll see you after the game.” “Good luck in the second half, angel,” she says. “No. I hate
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