Tweetie looks at me and shakes his head. “I love this whole fall-on-the-sword thing you got going on with her. And I appreciate the mile-high pedestal you’ve put her on. But this is the Cup we’re talking about.” I stand up from the bench and stare down at him. “I want to win the Cup. I do. Don’t think I’m not invested in this team’s success, but Kyleigh trumps it all. It’s up to him to make it right at this point.” His eyes dig into mine, and I’m surprised to find a hint of understanding in his gaze. I figured he’d be chest to chest with me, arguing that I’m wrong.
