Line of Scrimmage
Line of Scrimmage
“After he polished off his third hot dog, Ryan pushed the sofa closer to the fire. Just six feet from the fireplace, the cabin was freezing. Susannah snuggled under a heavy blanket and picked up her book to read by the firelight. Ryan reached for his guitar but stuck his feet under the other end of her blanket.
“Do you take requests?” she asked with a smile after she listened to him for a long time.
“Depends on who’s asking.”
She chuckled.
“What do you want to hear?”
“Anything by The Eagles.”
He played a song she hadn’t heard before, called “No More Cloudy Days,” that was all about second chances and new romances.
“I like that,” Susannah said softly.
“You’re supposed to be reading.”
“I’d rather listen to you. You’ve gotten really good.”
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