“This is Coach’s house.” She blinks. “I don’t understand what you mean.” “I mean this is Coach Jensen’s house. Forty-two Manchester Road.” “But this is Chad’s house.” A strangled laugh pops out. “Hey babe, let’s play a game—” “What are you babbling about?” “—It’s called ‘Guess Coach Jensen’s first name.’” There’s a beat. Then Taylor’s cheeks go pale. “Oh my God. IS IT CHAD?” “It’s Chad,” I choke out between hearty chuckles. I can’t stop laughing. I know, I know, a total dick move, but come on—what are the fucking odds?
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