“Perfect,” he teased. “Then you can swing by our home game when you’re done.” My throat tightened. “You know you’re playing us, right?” “Yeah. Still too weird?” Chase asked, tone softening. “It’s okay. I get it.” “I’m not sure.” I drew in a breath and held it for a beat. It was weird, but maybe it always would be. “Can I think about it? It’s just about Derek at this point. It’s a little…awkward for me.” Who would I even cheer for? Both sides? Neither? “No worries,” he said. “If not, maybe the next one.” He was trying to hide it, but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice that hit me
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