I just didn’t know how I would find enough professionalism to talk to him without bursting into tears.

I shook my head, deciding I could deal with it later. Right now, I had Leo to wrangle, and then an exclusive interview with Riley and Zeke that they’d promised me if we won today.

“Oh, perfect,” I said as I rounded the corner into the press room, finding Zeke and Riley already standing back behind the logo wall we’d erected. I could hear Leo answering questions, making the entire room laugh as always. “Now I don’t have to hunt you two down. Are you both ready to go on next?”

“Born ready,” Riley said, and she and Zeke exchanged a look that made my smile slip.

“What was that?”

“What?” Zeke asked.

I pointed between them. “That… look you just gave each other.” I balked. “Oh, my God. You’re not about to drop some crazy bomb on live television, are you? Are you engaged or something?” My heart dropped as I looked at Riley. “Fuck, are you pregnant?”

Even though I whispered that last bit, Riley’s eyes went wide as saucers before she socked me in the arm.

“Ow,” I said, rubbing the spot.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “We’re giving you the exclusive about our relationship like we promised we would all season. We just wanted to make sure we were focused and could secure this game first. And don’t even whisper about things like that,” she added, not even daring to speak the word pregnant out loud again. “You’ll start a whole rumor chain.”

I frowned, still rubbing my arm as I surveyed them, but didn’t have the time to pry deeper into whatever they were hiding before Charlotte gave Leo the last question sign from beside the podium stage.

“Okay, you’re up,” I told them, and as soon as Leo stepped off the platform, Riley and Zeke took his place.

Cameras flashed like mad.

Everyone spoke over each other, trying to get the couple’s attention for the first question as Zeke held out Riley’s chair for her to sit before he did the same. They shared an adoring look, Zeke grabbing Riley’s hand and holding it on top of the low table as a hundred more flashes assaulted them.

“Joe,” Zeke called out first, nodding toward a well-known reporter from the local sports station. We always liked to show him favor when we could — mostly because the local station covered all the university sports, and because Joe was actually a nice reporter focused more on football than gossip.

“Riley, you missed your first field goal attempt in the second quarter, but ended up kicking your longest one yet in the third. How did you come back from that first kick and re-center?”