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the message screen.
    “From the Arizona guy,” I said out loud.
    West – good to meet you today. Wondering if you can come by the school tomorrow so we can talk a little more? Please let me know. Thx Ed Childs.
    I read it out loud.
    “Wow,” Abby said, smiling at me. “Nice.”
    Her dad nodded approvingly.
    “Are we doing anything tomorrow?” Abby asked.
    Her dad laughed. “I think we can squeeze in a meeting.”
    I just stared at the screen.
    Abby nudged me. “Aren't you going to answer him?”
    I didn't know what to say. To her and to the scout waiting for my response. She shook her head, a smile on her face, and grabbed the phone from me.
    “What are you doing?”
    She raised her eyebrows. “Answering him. You're free.”
    I watched her as she tapped a message back.
    Sure. Time?
    He responded immediately . 10 tomorrow morning work? Let's meet on campus at athletic offices?
    Her fingers flew across the touch screen . See you then. Thank you.
    “Ten tomorrow morning,” she announced, handing the phone back to me.  “On campus.”
    “Gee. Thanks for setting that up for me.”
    “Is that a bad thing?” she asked. “To go meet with the guy.”
    “No, I guess not.”
    “You guess not?”
    I sighed. “It's not bad at all.”
    “No, it's really not,” she said, grinning at me. “It's actually pretty nice.”
    Her dad nodded again.
    “I guess,” I said.
    He pulled the SUV into the resort and we passed the gatehouse. I leaned back in the seat, suddenly exhausted. I'd had about a week's worth of excitement in half a day and all of a sudden I felt drained and heavy. I just wanted to go climb on a raft and lay in the pool for the rest of the day.
    Mr. Sellers pulled the SUV in front of the casita and killed the engine. He looked in the mirror again. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”
    “Thank you for taking me,” I said. “And for suggesting it in the first place.”
    He looked at Abby. “Maybe this'll show your mother I know what I'm talking about.”
    She laughed and he got out of the car and closed his door. She opened her door, then realized I was still sitting there.
    “You okay?” she asked.
    “I don't know.”
    She closed her door and opened mine. She laid her hand on my arm. “Hey.”
    My head rolled to the side and I looked at her.
    “Tell me,” she said.
    “It's just...a lot,” I said, frowning. “All at once. You know?”
    She nodded. “Yeah. But it's a good a lot. And like my dad said, you can control it. No one can make you do anything. It's just for you to think about.”
    I covered her hand with mine, played with her fingers for a minute. “How do you feel about going to school in Arizona?”
    Her smile flickered for a moment. “I think...it might be an amazing opportunity for you.”
    “I meant you.”
    “I don't know,” she said. “I've never thought about it.”
    “Well, start thinking about it,” I told her. “I'm not coming here without you.”
    She pressed her hand against my chest. “You can't think like that. You need to do what's best for you first. We'll figure out us after.”
    “That's not how I work, Abs. You know that.”
    She leaned in the car and kissed me. She started to pull away, but I reached up and put my hand under her chin, holding her there for an extra minute. I needed her at that moment. I had no idea what I was doing and she was the only thing that grounded me.
    I let her pull away and she smiled at me.
    “We'll figure everything out,” she said. “I promise. Now, can we go lounge in the pool and enjoy the rest of our afternoon?”
    I snaked my hand around her waist and held on to her. “And what about tonight? We can enjoy tonight, too, right?”
    She leaned down and brushed her lips against my ear. “I'm hoping I can tease you enough in the pool so we can go twice tonight. Seeing you out on the field, running around, getting all sweaty.” She hummed in my ear. “Yes, we'll enjoy tonight.”
    I wanted to just pull her in the

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