Leighton: Pen, you must be swooning hard.
Are you kidding? I’m pissed.
Callie:
Leighton: He just confessed his love for you in a press conference.
When he doesn’t have a damn contract for next year. This is not a good look for him.
Callie: I guess, but you guys deserve to be out in the open.
She’s not wrong. I’ve been going stir crazy, and lying to my dad wasn’t great. Although he’s been oddly busy lately, even asking Decker to pick the last stuffed animal and bring it home to Hazel.
Leighton: Callie’s got a point, but I really hope Whitaker sees all the love he’s getting on socials and at all the local businesses. I was at a small café, and they had The Decker Defender drink.
Callie: I was at the deli in Lincoln Park, and they had Goldie’s Grinder. The entire city wants him to play here.
And I think he just blew it all up.
Callie: I don’t think so.
I’m the manager’s daughter.
Leighton: Love is love, there no actual rule, right?
I think it’s an ethics thing.
Leighton: Gotcha. Oh…they’re done.
I check my television and send them a quick text.
I’m calling him.
Callie: Be nice, he just loves you.
Leighton: I cried, that means something.
Callie: You cry at everything these days.
I leave the group text chain.
I give Decker fifteen minutes, knowing he’s probably with the team, and they just lost. All of us were going to fly out there tomorrow since we thought for sure they’d make it to the next game, but I guess we’ll be waiting for them to come home instead.
“Hey, Pen,” he says when he answers.
“Are you crazy?”
“Hello to you too.”
“Decker. Jordan Blake is going to run that on every platform she has by tonight, and my dad is going to?—”
“I already talked to your dad.”
My head rocks back. “You talked to my dad?”
“Yeah, turns out he’s been Team Pecker all along.”
“Did you just make a couple name for us?”
