on the couch?” Lucy asked.
“The dog is allowed everywhere except the dining-room table and kitchen counters. She belongs to my parents. They’ve spoiled her rotten.” Ryland sounded more amused than angry. He sat on a wingback chair to her right. “Mind if I have a cookie?”
“Please do.”
He offered her the container. “Would you like one?”
The chocolate chips smelled good, but she would be eating cookies with Connor later. Better not overdo the sweets. The trips to the ice-cream parlor and Rocket Burger with her nephew were already adding up. “No, thanks.”
Ryland took one. “I can’t remember the last time someone baked anything for me.”
“What about your mom?”
“I don’t spend as much time with my parents as I’d like due to soccer. Right now I’m dog sitting while they’re away.” Cupcake circled around as if chasing her own tail, then plopped against the cushion and placed her head on Lucy’s thigh. “She likes you.”
Lucy ran her fingers through the soft gray fur. She’d never had a dog. “She’s sweet.”
“When she wants to be.” Ryland bit into the cookie. He took his time eating it. “Delicious.”
The cookies were a hit. Lucy hoped they worked as a bribe. She mustered her courage. Not that she could back out now even if she wanted to. “So my nephew …”
“Does he want an autograph?” Ryland placed the cookie container on the coffee table. “Maybe a team jersey or ball?”
“Connor would love it if you signed his ball, but what he really wants is a coach for his spring under-9 rec. team.” She didn’t want to waste any more of Ryland’s time. Or hers. “He wanted me to ask if you could coach his team, the Defeeters.”
Ryland flinched. “Me? Coach?”
“I know that’s a big request and likely impossible for you to do right now.”
He looked at his injured foot. “Yeah, this isn’t a good time. I hope to be back with my team in another month or so.”
“I’m sure you will be. Aaron says you’re one of the best players in the world.”
“Thanks. It’s just … I’m supposed to be laying low while I’m here. Staying out of the press. The media could turn my coaching your nephew’s team into a circus.” Ryland stared at the dog. “I’m really sorry I can’t help you out.”
“No worries. I told Connor you probably couldn’t coach.” Lucy knew Ryland would never say yes. He’d left his small-town roots behind and become famous, traveling all over the U.S. and the world. The exotic lifestyle was as foreign to her as the game of soccer itself. But maybe she could get him to agree to something else that wouldn’t take so much of his time. “But if you happen to have an hour to spare sometime, Connor and his teammates would be thrilled if you could give them a pep talk.”
Silence stretched between them. She’d put him on the spot with that request, too. But she’d had no choice if she wanted to help her nephew.
“I can do that,” Ryland said finally.
Lucy released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Thanks.”
“I’m happy to talk to them, sign balls, pose for pictures, whatever the boys want.”
She hoped the visit would appease Connor. “That will be great. Thanks.”
Ryland’s eyes darkened, more brown than hazel now. “Who will you get to coach?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Practices don’t start until next week so I still have a little time left to find someone. I can always coach, if need be.”
Surprise flashed across his face. “You play soccer?”
Lucy hadn’t been allowed to do anything physical when she was younger. Even though she no longer had any physical limitations, she preferred art to athletics. “No, but I’ve been reading up on the game and watching video clips on the internet, just in case.”
His lips narrowed. “Aaron was great with those kids when we put on that camp back in high school. Why doesn’t he coach the team?”
“Aaron’s coached the Defeeters for years, but he’s overseas right now with the army. Both he and his wife were deployed with their Reserve unit last month. I’m taking care of Connor until they return next year.”
“Aaron talked about using the military to pay for college,” Ryland said thoughtfully. “But I lost track of him, of everyone, when I left Wicksburg.”
“He joined the army right after high school.” Lucy’s medical expenses had drained their college funds, her parents’ saving account and the equity in their house. Sometimes it felt as if she was still paying for the transplant years later. Aaron, too. “That’s where he met his wife, Dana. After they completed their Active Duty, they joined the Reserves.”
“A year away from home. Away from their son.” Ryland dragged his hand through his hair. “That has to be rough.”
Lucy’s chest tightened. “You do what you have to do.”
“Still …”
“You left home to go to Florida and then England.”
“To play soccer. Not protect my country,” Ryland said. “I had the time of my life. I doubt Aaron and his wife can say the same thing right now.”
Lucy remembered the tears glistening in Connor’s eyes as he told her his mom sounded like she was crying on the phone. “You’re right about that.”
“I respect what Aaron and his wife, what all of the military, are doing. The sacrifices they make. True heroes. Every one of them.”
Ryland sounded earnest. She wanted to believe he was sincere. Maybe he was still a small-town guy at heart. “They are.”
Cupcake rolled over on her back. She waved her front paws in the air.
Lucy took the not-so-subtle hint and rubbed the dog’s stomach.
“So you’ve stuck around Wicksburg,” Ryland said.
“I left for a while. College. I also lived in Chicago.” Aaron had accused her of running away when her marriage failed. Maybe he’d been right. But she’d had to do something when her life crumbled around her. “I moved back last month.”
“To care for your nephew.”
She nodded. “Saying no never entered into my mind. Not after everything Aaron has done for me.”
“He was so protective of you.”
“He still is.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” Ryland rubbed his thigh above the brace he wore. He rested his foot on an ottoman. “Did
