The Fouls We Make (Braysen U #3)

Reed

I dropped Tatum off at work earlier and promised I’d be here when she clocked out. I decided to arrive a bit early to sneak in and watch her at Sweet Tooth, just to see her in her element.

The doorbell rings as I open it, but Tatum’s nowhere in sight. Wyatt is behind the counter, her eyes flicking to me with a barely concealed smile. She finishes with a customer—a woman and her twin daughters in dance costumes, their hair done up in cobalt and teal ribbons. From their T-shirts, it looks like they’ll be joining Ava and Hallyn on the field during our game this weekend. The girls spot me and giggle, one whispering to the other about recognizing me from a Bulldog poster. I nod and wave, and their laughter turns into more excited chatter.

“Go Bulldogs,” their mom says, smiling as she ushers them out.