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I turned toward the voice and smiled as Christine approached, carrying a plate piled high with nachos.

“Hey, kiddo.”

She dropped into the empty seat beside me. “Did you see that last play?”

“Of course.”

“Dad looked pissed.”

I laughed. “Your dad always looks pissed when he’s working.”

“True.”

Christine grinned and dug into her nachos.

I glanced at the field, where Greyson was standing near the sideline with his headset on, barking instructions at one of his assistants. Even from this distance, I could recognize his posture.

The broad shoulders. The way he planted his feet when he was frustrated. The intimidating scowl. After my first game, I finally understood why people thought he was a grumpy asshole.

But God, I loved that man.

It still amazed me how much my life had changed in six months.

When I boarded that plane to Sirona Isle, I’d been worried about my future. My career had hit a roadblock, and I was about to make a huge change by leaving it and going back to school. A relationship was the last thing on my mind.

Now, I was preparing to start a doctoral program at the University of Louisville in January and dating a famous football coach.

I’d never been happier.

Life was weird. Wonderful, but weird.

“Earth to Heather.”

I blinked. Christine was waving a hand in front of my face.

“What?”

“You were staring at Dad again.”

Angela snorted. “She does that a lot.”

“Hey!”

Christine laughed. “It’s okay. He does it too.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Constantly. He’ll be looking at his phone, and suddenly he gets this stupid smile on his face. Then I know he’s texting you.”

My heart warmed. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. Sometimes he even laughs at his phone. Like, actually laughs. Dad never used to do that.”

I couldn’t help smiling. It was good to know that I was a positive influence on him.

Christine nudged my arm. “You know, Mom asked about you yesterday.”

I looked at her. “She did?”