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all, Grayson beats out Tracy Palmer to secure the seventh and final spot on the varsity team. I can’t help feeling a little sorry for Tracy since she was on varsity last year, and being a senior this year, she’s now cut from the team. But Grayson put in the hard work and deserves this. She’s grinning from ear to ear and even agreed to come to Jackson’s party with Ash and me to celebrate. I don’t tell her that part of my reason for asking her along is to appease my dad who totally thinks Grayson and I are on our way to an all-girls slumber party.
    “You girls have fun tonight,” Dad says, peeking his head into my room as I pack for the night.
    “Thanks, Mr. Flannigan.” Grayson beams. “We have a lot to celebrate.”
    “Yes, you do. Congratulations again, Grayson.” Dad’s already congratulated Grayson about fifteen times, but she never gets tired of hearing it.
    She squeals as he leaves the room. “This is going to be awesome. Is Ash friends with Tucker, that really cute tight end with the…well, tight end?” She wags her eyebrows at me. “I wouldn’t mind curling up in his sleeping bag tonight.”
    Now that she’s made the team, she’s found this confidence I’ve never seen in her before. “I’ll have Ash introduce you.”
    Ash beeps as he pulls into the driveway.
    “That’s our cue.” I grab my overnight bag and we head out, only to run directly into Dad at the bottom of the stairs.
    “Tell me again why Asher is driving you girls to this sleepover.”
    I kiss his cheek. “You’re giving yourself worry lines, Dad.”
    “Night, Mr. Flannigan.” Grayson waves and walks out the front door, and I’m right behind her.
    Mom smiles at me as I shut the door. She’s more than relieved that Grayson is tagging along.
    I hop in the car and lean over to kiss Ash.
    Grayson groans. “Please, tell me you two aren’t going to be doing that all night.”
    “Not all night,” I say, giving her a devilish smile. “Besides, you’ll be cozying up with Tucker.”
    Grayson smacks me. “Meg!”
    Ash laughs. “So, you have a thing for Tucker, huh? I might be able to help you out with that.”
    Grayson’s anger quickly fades.
    The party is already in full swing when we pull up. Cars line the driveway and street. Several are even parked on the front lawn. The music is so loud I swear I can see the house shaking. Football players must know how to party.
    “Wow,” Grayson says as we get out of the car. “Are all the team parties like this?”
    “Nah. Jackson goes all out for this one. But if we win a big game, that party will probably top this one.” That was a big “if”. Last year they didn’t win a single game.
    Ash slips his hand into mine and we walk inside, no knocking or announcing ourselves at all—not that anyone would hear us over the music and all the yelling. No way are Jackson’s parents home. Looks like I lied to Mom. Ash leads us to the kitchen where drinks of all sorts are lined up on the counter. I grab a bottle of water. Grayson goes for a beer, but I take it out of her hand. It’s not like I haven’t had a drink before, but she just made varsity. Alcohol is the quickest way to get booted off the team, and she knows it. I hand her a bottle of peach tea instead.
    She rolls her eyes. “Oh, yeah, just as good.”
    “You’ll thank me when you’re still on the team on Monday.”
    “Thanks, Mom,” Gray says in her little girl voice.
    Ash laughs at us. “Anyone up for darts?” He’s a darts fanatic, mostly because he’s really good. I haven’t seen anyone beat him, ever.
    “Lead the way.” I wrap my arm around his bicep. It’s his throwing arm, and he gives a small flex, wagging his eyebrows at me. Yes, he knows he’s in good shape. I reach up and kiss him, stopping him dead in his tracks. His arms wrap around me, and I can feel the coldness of his soda against my back.
    “Is this what I’m going to be subjected to all night?” Grayson pretends to gag. “Because if so,