“Sounds great,” Anya said, and got in line behind Grant and Leo.

Katrina blinked. That was it. Her brother and sister had been kidnapped by aliens, and these two currently slathering mustard on their hot dogs were clones. Or robots. Or something.

“You do realize you’re eating a hot dog,” she said to Anya.

Anya took a bite, then spoke with her mouth full. “Yeah. So?”

“You don’t even like hot dogs.”

“Today I do.”

Her sister gave her a mouth-filled grin.

“Whatever.” Katrina wasn’t going to even try to figure out these kids today. They were obviously in worship mode or something.

“Hot dog?” Grant asked.

She grimaced.

“Oh, come on, Kat, one won’t kill you.” Leo pushed into her.

“Fine. I’ll have a hot dog. With mustard, please.”

Grant took his loaded with relish and onions. She made another face. “Are you sure about that?”

“Hell yeah.” He bit into it and groaned like he was having some kind of mouthwatering steak.

She didn’t get the appeal since it was a basic horrible hot dog, but she took hers and ate it.

It was fine. Mediocre, but at least it was edible.

They sat on park benches and ate. Katrina tried not to think about what was in the hot dog. Anything but actual meat, she suspected. She washed it down with a bottle of water and listened to Grant talk to Leo about sports while pretending not to listen as she checked her e-mail.

“Tell me about lacrosse.”

He shrugged. “It’s okay. I don’t really like it.” He leaned forward to take a peek at her. Now she tried really hard to pretend she wasn’t listening. She scrolled through her e-mails, but she wasn’t focusing on them.

“Why don’t you like it?”

“I mean it’s competitive and all, but it’s just not a sport I enjoy.”

“What sports do you enjoy?”

“I like football, but like I told you earlier, I need to add some muscle.”

Grant nodded. “Do you lift weights?”

“I’ve been spending some time in the weight room at school and at the condo. I could use a trainer, though, because I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.”

“I could help you with that. And you could get a personal trainer to help you add muscle in the right areas. You’re fifteen, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll be sixteen in a few months.”

“What position are you interested in?”

“Wide receiver.”

“Okay, so you need some muscle in your legs for sure. Are you fast?”

“Very.”

He laughed. “You know I’m going to want to test you on that. Do you have a running track at the condo?”

“We do.”

“When we get back we’ll test how fast you are.”

Leo turned his back to her so he could face Grant. “You’d do that?”

“Sure. I could find out from the New York team who the good trainers are in the area, maybe make some recommendations. Providing it’s okay with your sister.”

“She might not like that idea. She doesn’t want me playing football.”

Katrina had no idea Leo was so passionate about playing football. He’d mentioned it when he was younger, but she’d pushed the idea aside, because he was so small at the time. And, okay, she’d been fearful about him getting hurt.

Now, though, she’d be fine with it since he was older and much more capable of taking care of himself on the field. She wished he’d brought it up again sooner.

She stood and walked over to him. “Leo, I’d be more than happy for you to play football if that’s what you want to do.”

He pushed his hair away from his face. “You would?”

“Sure. Why didn’t you say something before?”

“You hated the idea before.”

“You were seven. I was … worried.”

He blew out a breath. “I’m not a baby, Kat. I wasn’t when I was seven, either.”

She folded her arms over her middle. “You were a lot smaller when you were seven.”

“And I would have played with kids the same size as me. No difference then.”

He had her there. She was terrible at this parenting thing. “I guess not. But if you’re interested now, we’ll see what we can do about it.”

He looked at the ground. “It’s probably too late, anyway.”

“Hey,” Grant said. “It’s never too late if you want it badly enough. A lot of really good pro football players don’t start until high school. Don’t give up before you’ve even given it a shot.”

Leo lifted his gaze to Grant. “You think so?”

Grant gave him a grin. “Well, we’ll see how fast you run. Then we’ll decide where to go from there.”

“Can we go now?”

“I think you should digest those two hot dogs you ate first, buddy. How about we take a walk around the park?”

“Okay.”

LEO AND ANYA WALKED OFF AHEAD OF THEM, GIVING her a moment alone with Grant.

“Thanks for that.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For what you did for Leo just now. He doesn’t have a ton of confidence, and you gave him a boost.”

“He’s a good kid, and I’ll bet he is as fast as he thinks he is. A large percentage of what an athlete needs is in his head. The other is doing what you love. He hates lacrosse, by the way.”




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