Claire looked between us, touching her collarbone gently.

“That’s so sweet.

Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Edward from logistics,” I said.

Max threw his head back and laughed out loud, a sharp, barking sound that made Lily stop unbuckling her shin guards on the grass ten feet away.

“Edward?” Max said.

“The guy who wears plastic pocket protectors and carries a metal clipboard?”

He took off his sunglasses and hooked them into the collar of his golf shirt.