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Gabi
The first week of being a real couple had been awkward, and great, and it had flown by too fast. Before I had cooked because I needed to. I mean, we had to eat, right? But now I cooked because I wanted to please him. Like this evening. Tyler had already left the clinic and had gone to visit his father at the hospital, but when he got home, dinner would be ready.
I smiled at the sauce as I stirred the pot with a wooden spoon.
My phone rang. I grabbed from the counter and, without looking at the caller ID, answered it.
“Hello.”
“Gabi, hey, it’s Melissa. How are you?”
I frowned. Melissa? It took me three seconds to remember her. The girl from Florida who was being scouted by a club in England. How did she get my number? “Oh, hey. I’m … doing fine. Surprise by your call, though.
