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“Good?” he asks. “Yeah. You know you don’t have to wait for me.” “You’ve been saying that for years, man. When have I ever listened?” “Never.” I tap my helmet against his. My chest hurts, but some of the pain dissipates when I hear the roar of the crowd. When I see the full arena and my teammates waiting for me. “And I love you for it.” “Love you too, Huddy Boy.” Maverick grins and throws an arm around my shoulder. “Let’s go kick some ass.”
“What was with the penalty you got earlier? I saw you chirping that dude.” “He liked one of Emmy’s photos on Instagram last week, and it pissed me off. The hit was worth the two-minute timeout I got in the sin bin.” “You’re joking.” “Nope.” “You might be the most deranged man I’ve ever met.”
“Hey.” He stops me, smiling my way again, and I swear I can feel his grin everywhere. “Please don’t apologize. You’re right; we don’t know each other, and you don’t owe me any information about your personal life. When you share your daughter with me is up to you, and being a mother doesn’t disqualify you from the position. She’s welcome here, and so are you.
“Perfect. I’m thinking we’ll do protein-heavy plates for your meals. Chicken with sides of starches and veggies. Fish too, for the acids and vitamins. Carbohydrates like pasta two days out from your games because that’s your main source of energy during exercise, and easier carbs like whole grain toast on game day mornings.”

