Maddie holds my gaze for a few seconds, smirking. Then, she blows me a kiss, stands up and twirls around to show me that the jersey she’s wearing is, in fact, number 19 and does say Slater on the back. Brat. “Oh, you are in for it later, missy,” I mutter as I shake my head at her. Her eyes are dancing as she looks back at me, delighted by her own joke.
