I was turning the whole thing into a rigamarole. Delilah tucked away in the corner of the couch smiling into her phone. John stuck on my mind. Would she smile like that with him? I had finally come to terms with them as a fair pairing, with my new career as a matchmaker. I mean, Brooke and Seth were going strong. Seth had picked out a wedding date and Brooke said there was a minuscule chance she would come to see a game for him. True love.
I caught the end of Delilah's call. Something about a missing crate of potatoes. Call Sherlock. The food industry was far outside my realm of interests. I smiled at her and passed her a glass of sweet iced tea.
She took a taste and wrinkled her nose, passing it back. "I don't know how you drink that."
With the lightness that only she could manage she
