"I think the Pirates are going to the playoffs this year," Emmett informs me. But he didn't sound too thrilled.
"That . . ." I trail off, unsure what to say. The Pirates was his team but it sounded like he'd rather not see them succeed. "Sucks?"
He laughs. "Kind of. I was hoping this to end as soon as possible. It's exciting, I guess. Gets a bit tedious, though."
"Don't you at least enjoy girls screaming your name?"
"Only if it's yours." He gives me a wink. "Which reminds me. When we do get to the playoffs, will I hear your voice then?"
I nod. "Yeah. I wouldn't miss it." I don't particularly like football, but either way, I'll be there.
His lips curve seeming satisfied at my answer.
The beach tonight was beautiful. The moon went perfectly aligned to the ocean creating a picture perf
