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“Yeah. Must be nice,” I comment coldly.

“Well, I was gonna say...If you need a place while your house is getting fixed, I can help,” he explains. My ears perk up like an excited dog.

“Yeah? I mean. I couldn’t possibly impose. I have a young boy. He can be a handful at times, and I don’t want to burden anyone.”

“Listen, Izzie. I have three guest rooms. No one has used them in years. Please, I insist. You’ve been so great to all of us. Let me help you. You need it.”

“I’m sure I can figure something out. You’re going to have to let me do this on my own. But thank you, Brady.”

“Okay, then it’s settled. You and Liam are going to do your own thing. Do you have a pen? I’ll write down my number, just in case you change your mind,” he insists.

I hand him my pen and sit back in awe of Brady. He has really surprised me the past few days. And this is more than I could ask, even from a close friend.

He hands me the paper, and I fold it and place it in my wallet.

“Thank you, Brady. I really appreciate that,” I say.

“It’s no trouble, Izzie. Really. It’ll be nice to have a not-so-empty home for a little while,” he assures me, still trying to sell me the idea.

“Oh, well, you might not feel the same way after you’ve battled with an eight-year-old a few times,” I reply. “I can’t just put that strain on anyone, you know?”

“Oh, I’m sure I can handle it if I have to,” he says. He walks across my office and picks up a small picture frame. “Is this him?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“He looks a lot like you.”

Tears almost fall from my eyes. He actually looks a lot more like my sister, but I don’t want to get into it.

“Thanks. I get that a lot,” I lie. It’s just better that way. “I’ll see you out on the field, then.”

“Oh, wait. Izzie, is there anything I can be eating to help me?”

Right. I forgot he came to my office looking for help.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’ve gotten your plan down pat, but I just don’t want to have to take a leave every few hours, ya know? My elbow’s been crazy stiff and I can’t have that.”

“Oh, man. Well, you need to take it easy on it for the away game. In the meantime, I’ll give you a catered list of some anti-inflammatory food that are going to help you get through it.

“Awesome, thanks!”

“No problem. Thank you.”

He leaves, and just like that, Brady Thomas is selling to me that he’s not the total douchebag I’ve painted him up to be. God, how can he be so awful and good at the same time?

I sigh and prepare for a long day. I need to set aside all of the thoughts literally racing through my mind about the house and just focus on work for a few hours. I’m going to get this all straightened out for me and Liam. I know it.

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