“He loves clients who can’t read a basic spreadsheet.”

The referee blew his whistle and called a foul against the visiting team near the sideline.

Lily looked up at the bleachers and waved one gloved hand at us before stepping back into position.

Max waved back, smiling wide and leaning over the metal rail.

“Keep your chin up, Lil,” he called out.

He sat back against the silver railing behind him.

“You always pick a fight right before a weekend handoff, Ronnie,” he said quietly.