The guys joined us then, and Leo poked Mary’s side. “You didn’t even try!” “When are we going to have time to get married?” she barked back at him. “I’m running the shop and you’re about to play your first season in the NFL.” He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her close, his mouth against her ear. I don’t think he realized I could still hear him when he said, “Am I going to have to put a baby in you to tie you down the way Clay did with G?” Mary flushed a deep red, and so did I, tearing my eyes away from them.
