Chapter 13

“Look, Abby,” I said. “You’re right, we had some good times. But I’ve moved on.”

She slid out of the booth and stood, her cheeks red. “I thought I knew you.”

“That’s the thing about people. They change.”

“You? You’re the least change-capable person I know,” she sputtered. “Look, you might as well turn in your sweater. I don’t think I can handle it, playing together again.”

“No problem,” I said. I had my answer, now. Why she’d recruited me when she didn’t really need the extra players.

Halfway to the car, Abby turned and looked at me one more time, her face open and vulnerable, just for that moment. I saw the old Abby, the one I’d fallen for, and fought back the temptation to call her back.

Just as well. Within seconds, her expression changed. She shot me an icy stare, and I shivered. Then the door closed behind her and she was gone.