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“And there are too damn many coaches,” Riot added. “Gets confusing.”

Ben looked between them. “Y’all have a Riot and a Ruckus. I’m not the problem.”

Sadie laughed into her napkin.

I passed Ben the potatoes. “Coach.”

He took them without looking at Riot. “Thank you, Hazel.”

We kept Coach Ben.

“So, babygirl,” Riot said from the far end of the table, “you working tomorrow night?”

I looked up. “Yeah.”

“Missing the game?”

“Yep.”

Mayhem looked offended. “You don't sound devastated enough.”

“I'll try harder. Boo hoo. I miss football. What will I do if I can’t watch all my favorite people get concussed?”

That got a laugh out of everyone except for Declan, who didn’t even look up from his plate.

“That’s hurtful, babygirl,” Mayhem returned, but he was smiling.

“If you think that was hurtful,” Riot began menacingly.

Mayhem stopped chewing.

I smiled into my water.

Marion sighed. “Carter.”

“What?”

“Not at dinner.”

“There is a goat in my truck, Marion.”

Megan blinked.

Sadie turned slowly toward me. I shook my head. Later.

Marion buttered her potato. “I noticed.”

“And?”

“And it's not in my truck.”

Riot stared at his wife.

She smiled sweetly. I loved her.

“Mayhem,” Riot said.

Clayton swallowed.