My dad raised a brow, his mouth twisted to the side like he was trying to hide a smirk. “You going to tell her?” “Tell her what?” “Oh, you’re playing it like that?” “I’m not playing anything.” I looked over to where Marcus lounged on one of the club chairs, eyes intent on the screen as the draft started. “It’s…complicated.” “You’re going to regret not making it uncomplicated.”
