He suddenly stopped and ran his finger over the etched in dates. “You know what?”
“Mm?”
“We never added a date for Ty’s team.” He reached back and pulled a knife from his pocket. “Why don’t you do the honors and scratch in the year.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, why not? It’s good luck when a lady does it.” He winked playfully and pulled out his phone. “Ty can add the team’s name later.”
“Okay.” I slowly moved up next to him, then on tiptoe I tentatively pressed the blade against the steel. I gained confidence, and clearly as I could, I scratched in the year with the point of the knife. I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and gently blew the flakes away. “Be safe out there,” I whispered without thinking, then stepped back to rest on my heels.
“If that isn’t luck, I don’t know what is.” Mark beamed wit
