Epilogue
“I’m telling you, kid’s got tight end written all over him.” Colt beams as we watch Ethan run through a tackle.
“Quarterback,” I counter. “He’s fast on his feet, but he’s got an arm.”
“Haven’t you ever heard the term Grandpa knows best?”
“Pretty sure its Father knows best.” I cross my arms with a sly grin.
“Care to weigh in?” Colt asks Pop. “I could use some backup.”
“Oh no.” Pop waves his hands in surrender. “I’m not qualified to make this call, and I’m not going to side with you just because I’m his grandpa too.”
“Traitor,” Colt mutters under his breath.
“Do I have to remind you all he’s seven?” Sawyer asks as she steps next to me. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and kiss the top of her head.
“Do I have to remind you you’re in the coaches box? Again?” Colt shakes his
