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He says something that makes her roll her eyes.

Then she points a finger at his chest.

I almost laugh.

I've been on the receiving end of that finger enough times to know he's getting an earful.

Declan looks over at me.

I lift my hands. Not getting involved.

He shakes his head. Then says something to Delaney.

Her expression softens.

A second later, she steps forward and hugs him.

He wraps both arms around her. Holds on for a moment.

And something in my chest loosens. Not everything's fixed. It won't be tonight. But they're still brother and sister. And he's still my best friend. We'll figure out the rest.

Coach approaches while they're talking. “Hell of a game, Bish.”

“Thanks, Coach.”

He glances at my jaw. “Although I could've done without the extracurricular activities.”

I wince. “Yeah.”

“Your coach gives you hell?”

“Plenty.”

“Good.”

I laugh.

Coach looks toward his kids. Then back at me.

For one second, I brace myself. Here it comes.

The lecture.

The disappointment.

Maybe a reminder that he trusted me with his daughter.

Instead, he claps a hand on my shoulder. “Your mother and I have to get on the road. Early practice tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “We'll talk soon.”

I nod. “Yeah, Coach.”

He starts toward Mrs. B. Then glances back. “And Bish?”

“Yeah?”