“Thanks.” He ruffled Andrew’s hair and made his way through the house to the office in the back. The door was open, but he knocked just the same. “Phoebe?”

She turned and stared at him.

“Sorry for barging in like this, but I need to talk to you.”

“Oh?” She kicked back in her chair and extended her chorus-girl legs—longer than Molly’s but not nearly as enticing. She wore white shorts and pink plastic sandals printed with purple dinosaurs. Despite that, she looked more formidable than God, and when it came to the world of the Stars, she was just as powerful.

“It’s about Molly.”

For a moment, he thought he saw speculation in her expression. “What about her?”

He stepped into the room and waited for an invitation to sit down. It didn’t come.

There was no way to ease into this, and no reason he should. “I want to marry her. For real. And I want your blessing.”

He didn’t get the smile he expected. “Why the change of heart?”

“Because I love her, and I want to be part of her life forever.”

“I see.”

She had a perfect poker face. Maybe she didn’t know the way Molly felt about him. It would have been just like Molly to try to protect him by hiding her feelings from her sister. “She loves me.”

Phoebe didn’t look impressed.

He tried again. “I’m fairly sure she’s going to be happy about this.”

“Oh, I’m sure she will be. At first anyway.”

The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. “What do you mean by that?”

She rose from the desk, looking much tougher than someone wearing plastic dinosaur sandals should. “You know we want a real marriage for Molly.”

“So do I. That’s why I’m here.”

“A husband who’ll put her first.”

“That’s what she’s going to get.”

“The tiger’s changing his stripes awfully quickly.”

He didn’t pretend not to know what she meant. “I’ll admit it’s taken me a while to figure out that my life needs to be about more than playing football, but falling in love with Molly has readjusted my viewpoint.”

Her expression of cool skepticism as she came around the side of the desk wasn’t encouraging. “What about the future? Everyone knows how you feel about the team. You once told Dan that you’d like to coach after you retire as a player, and he got the idea you eventually want to move into the front office. Do you still feel that way?”

He wasn’t going to lie. “Putting the game into perspective doesn’t mean I want to throw it away.”

“No, I don’t imagine it does.” She crossed her arms. “Let’s be honest—is it Molly you want or is it the Stars?”