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Did Russo coach you on all this?”

Brenner smirks. “No, but I might have practiced a little on him.”

“Oh, really?” I glance at his arms around my neck. “You practiced this on him?”

Russo barges in. “That’s what I’m talking about, y’all. The spark. Electric! Give me some of that.” After bumping knuckles with Brenner, he makes a sizzling sound and shakes out his hand, as though in pain from a shock. He slings a thick arm around each of us and smashes us against his sides. “So, we’re on for tonight, or what?”

I shoot a look at Brenner beneath Russo’s square jaw. “Tonight? What’s tonight?”

Russo’s voice rumbles against my ribs. “It’s a surprise.”

I quirk a brow at Brenner. “Obviously.”

“It’s a surprise,” Brenner repeats lamely.

“Okay, but does this amazing surprise happen to be a location?”

Brenner sags, defeated. He knows it’s impossible to surprise me by taking me anywhere secret. Even with a blindfold on, earplugs in, and my nose pinched shut, I would still know exactly where I was, anywhere in Detroit, simply by using my foxy sense of direction. He caves immediately. “It’s Comerica Park.”

“And it’s still a surprise,” Russo insists.

Brenner adds, “It’s the Tigers preseason kickoff game.”

“It’s no longer a surprise,” Russo officially declares.

My jaw drops. “We’re going?”

Brenner opens his mouth to answer, but Russo steals his thunder. “Four of the best VIP seats in the house, front row over the dugout. Brenner set it all up through his connections with the stadium security team.”

Front row! I feel my heart trying to leap out of my throat. I’ve been to Tigers games before, but always from the cheapest nosebleed seats, or, one time, from the outfield scoreboard, after I snuck in the night before and climbed the scaffolding. I once saw half a game as a cotton candy vendor, before getting fired for charging double the price to fans of the opposing team.

The only words I can get out are the same as before. “We’re going?”

“Hell yes, we’re going,” Brenner says.

“Four tickets.” I bump Russo with my hip. “A double date, Russo? Got a little spark of your own?”

He throws his hands up. “That depends. Do you know any Amy’s?”

As Brenner pulls into a space in the Comerica parking garage, I experience one of those thrilling, transcendent moments in which you suddenly realize your life has leveled up—you’ve arrived at a new phase; you’ve “joined the club.” It happens when I pull the visor down to straighten my Tigers hat in the mirror. I look myself in the eyes, and all at once, a series of thoughts hits me. Here I am, having date night with the man of my dreams, after a full day’s hard work. We each have a steady paycheck. We pay bills on a house. Our plans for the future involve each other…

Ohmigosh, I’m an adult.

It only took twenty-seven years, a handful of months at the FUA, and one Jay Brenner.

He holds my hand for the walk to the stadium. While his eyes take in the sights—the street entertainer break dancing to a human beat box; the statues of ferocious Tigers prowling the roof above the main gates—my eyes take in the glances of people passing by. I feel like their gazes linger on us. Look at the happy couple, they must be thinking. Young, good-looking, together. I catch a few women checking Brenner out. He’s dressed down in chunky sneakers, gray jeans, and a tight-fitting raglan shirt that shows off his athletic build. The golden stubble on his jaw is just long enough to look soft, begging to be touched.

The stadium is packed, thrumming with the clamor of forty thousand Tigers fans—my people. It’s my favorite time of day, when the lowering sun casts gold across the glittering undersides of storm clouds. Even though there’s still an hour of dusk left, the stadium lights are on, creating an otherworldly glow on the field. Walking down to our seats is surreal. I’ve never been this close to the field. I can practically reach out and touch the players as they do their warm-up stretches. By the time we get to our seats, I’m absolutely giddy.

“There they are!” Russo bellows at us. From the looks of it, he’s been here a while. The beer in his hand is nearly empty, and all the people around our seats are turned toward him, as though he’s the center of tonight’s entertainment. I’m not surprised. Wherever he goes, it only takes .02 seconds for Russo to completely own a crowd of perfect strangers. “Look at these two. Doesn’t it make you sick? I love it.” Murmurs of assent from his crowd.

Hanging from Russo’s arm is a petite blonde wearing a trendy Tigers jersey. She smiles and waves. “Oh, I love your red hair. I so wish I could get that color. You must be Shayne.”

“And you must be Amy,” I say.

Russo nearly spits out his beer with a laugh. “Noooo, not an Amy. Definitely a Kirsten. Kirsten, this is Shayne, and you know Brenner, of course.”

Kirsten gasps. “Yes, but wow. I had to look twice. I hardly recognize him without a tie on. Oh Shayne, honey, you look good on him.”

“You work at the station?” I ask.

“No, I’m a waitress. I know all the guys on the force. And their lunch orders.” She pokes Russo in the stomach. “Steak and eggs, extra steak, extra eggs, with a side of my phone number.” That gets a chuckle from the audience. Kirsten grabs my hand. “Sit with me; let’s talk.” She’s about to seat us both in the middle two seats, but I pull back, letting Brenner take the middle seat, while Russo edges past Kirsten to take the other middle seat next to him. They immediately launch into a conversation about work. “Oh,” she says, confused.

I take my seat on the outside of Brenner. “Yeah, it’s better if you just let them be together, trust me.”

She recovers quickly, sitting on the other side of Russo and hugging his

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