Chapter 25
The first game of the season was always an exciting one. Every hair on Harper’s body was at attention, despite the fact that she was wearing an official Zachary Ryan Gulls jersey over a tank top and tight blue skinny jeans. The sun was still out, even at seven. Daylight savings time — where the clocks were set back an hour — had not yet come to a close so it was still sunny and bright in Southern California.
“I’m so nervous, Grandma,” Harper heard herself say. She rubbed her palms on her denim-clad thighs as she watched the timer on the overhead screen slowly count down in big white numbers.
“Why are you nervous?” she asked, quirking a grey brow. “Because you’re dating the starting center?”
“Shhh!” Harper glanced around, hoping no one overheard. Luckily, the first row was
