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Coach groans. “Not this again.”

“Tell me that's not interference.”

“You've shown me three times.”

“And you've been wrong three times.”

They disappear into the living room, already arguing.

I start gathering the remaining dishes.

Mrs. B takes the plates from my hands.

“Hayes, leave those. Can you grab another mug for Laney?”

I glance toward the back door. “Yeah, the pink one.”

“You know her.”

I do.

And apparently, I'm not doing a very good job of hiding it. I reach into the cabinet and take down her favorite mug. Hazelnut creamer. A generous splash. Just the way she likes it.

When I turn around, Mrs. B is watching me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Except the way she's smiling suggests otherwise.

I set Delaney's mug beside mine.

Mrs. B folds the dish towel in her hands. “Hayes, can I ask you something?”

There it is.

I straighten.

“Sure.”

She wipes her hands on a towel. “What's going on between you and my daughter?”

I nearly drop my coffee.

Jesus.

Does everybody in this family have some kind of radar?

I open my mouth. Close it.

Mrs. B waits.

And something about the patience in her expression makes the usual excuse stick in my throat. I could tell her nothing. It's what I told Declan. But I don't think I could stand hearing myself say it again.

Not when I know exactly what that word cost me.

“It's complicated,” I finally admit.