“Want to watch the game, Judd?” Alex forced a smile on his face. “Sure.” Tonight’s game was much more exciting than last night’s, which had been about as interesting as watching paint dry. The entire team was playing much better tonight, as if someone had lit a fire under their collective asses. Mitch played like he was a force of nature, his determination evident even through a TV screen. Last night, while watching the game in his rental cottage, Alex hadn’t been able to keep himself from wondering if what he’d said to Mitch on Thursday at Mama Jean’s had affected him so deeply that it had
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