He chuckled.
“Jodi, I’ve walked farther than that through snowdrifts to reach my barn. I think I can manage a gymnasium for my granddaughter.”
I didn’t tell Travis about the arrangement.
Part of me knew I should.
But I worried that if he learned Dad was coming, he would change his mind simply because he didn’t want to look bad.
I wanted him to understand his mistake for himself.
Thursday finally arrived.
I worked at the dental clinic until four and picked Mason up afterward.
He had made a homemade poster for Kaylee, decorating it with a large orange volleyball that looked suspiciously like a pumpkin.
“It’s a volleyball,” he informed me before I could comment. “I ran out of white.”
We arrived at the school gym just after five.
Travis came directly from work, wearing his usual fleece vest and boots.
He sat beside me near the front of the bleachers.
