Wisely, my father opts to change the subject. “I was thinking maybe Sandra and I could come up to Lancaster for a weekend this fall. Maybe catch a soccer game?”

“You want to come to one of my games?” I don’t bother to hide the shock in my voice. He nods once. “Why?” I can’t help but ask.

“Well, I’ve never seen you play, and—”

“Exactly! You’ve never seen me play. Why now?”

My father manages to shift uncomfortably while dancing. “I’m trying to do better. If you don’t want us to come, just say that.”

“No, it’s fine. You can come.” We keep dancing. “Just let me know what game you want the tickets for.”

“We can buy our own tickets. I want to support your team.”

I snort. “The entire season is sold out. You won’t be able to get into the game unless I request them.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize…”

“That other people care about seeing me play?” I let a little bitterness seep into my voice.

“No,” he insists, although I’m certain I’m right. “I just—you always said women’s sports don’t get enough attention.”

“They don’t. I’m trying to change that.”

My dad looks at me, and it’s not with the uncertainty or discomfort I’m used to seeing. There’s pride etched in the lines of his face, and it feels good.

Despite our difficult relationship—if you could even call it that—it feels really good for him to look at me like that.

The song ends before either of us can say anything else. We return to our seats to see dinner has already been served. Hallie stares at me from across the table, and I can tell she’s burning to ask what we were talking about, but she restrains herself. I’m guessing the glare I give her has something to do with it, and the fact that she looks sheepish tells me she played a part in the dancefloor ambush.

After dinner, I make a beeline for the bar. I’ve just ordered a gin and tonic when I hear a familiar voice.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Saylor Scott.”

I turn to see Andy Jacobson has appeared to my left. “Have we met before?” I ask.

The lopsided grin high school girls fangirled over appears. “Good to see you haven’t changed. Still breaking hearts, Scott?”

“Are you volunteering yours, Jacobson?”

His dimples deepen. “Nah. I learned my lesson in high school.”

“That why you’re stalking me at my dad’s wedding?”

Andy clutches his chest in mock outrage. “Stalking? That’s harsh. I’m here to catch up with old friends.”

“Oh yeah? Who would that be?”

“Who wouldn’t it be? The whole town is here.”

“Yeah.” I let out a long exhale as the bartender hands me my drink. “I noticed.”