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“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I can guarantee you that while she’s a bit much sometimes, she would never press someone into a relationship.”

“I figured.” He shrugged. “They’re adults.”

“Agreed.”

They chatted about soccer and the upcoming clinic as they ate dinner. Tori’s fish was good, but she wouldn’t call it great. The menu had no prices so she could confidently say it wasn’t worth the price.

“How’s your dinner?” she asked Chance.

He shrugged again. “Meh.”

“Same.” Tori put her fork down, no longer feeling the need to finish the plate.

“In my defense, it had good reviews.”

She set her napkin over her plate, done with her meal. “It’s not bad…”

“Yeah. That’s the best review I can give it.”

Chance paid and they walked out of the restaurant into the downtown area. Not wanting the night to end, she let Chance set a leisurely pace down the sidewalk, her hand in his.

“Ice cream?” Chance asked.

“Frozen yogurt,” she corrected. “But, unlike the restaurant, I’ve been here. It’s actually really good if not a little pricey.”

“Let’s go.”

He pulled her into the brightly colored shop and she explained how it worked. Frozen yogurts in hand, Chance paid and led her out to one of the patio tables.

“This is really good,” Chance said.

Tori looked at the mountain of toppings he added and shook her head. “Have you even reached the frozen yogurt yet?” she teased.

He dug is spoon in and pulled up a scoop. “Yep.” He showed her.

They laughed and teased each other as they ate their treats. Tori finished long before Chance and she pointed it out. He joked that he was just delaying the end of their night.

“Did you always want to play soccer?” she asked as they continued their walk.

Chance nodded. “A lot like Emmett. I played soccer in some way from the time I woke up until I went to bed.”

“That’s him.”

“He did really well today. What’s up with his dad?”

Tori sighed. “He’s an ass.”

“I figured that much out on my own,” he agreed.

“He doesn’t believe there’s a career in sports for anyone, much less Emmett,” she explained.

“Well. What a great job you’re doing taking care of our son.” Isaac’s voice rang out from behind them.

Tori winced. She wasn’t interested in doing this with him, especially not now.

“Interesting that you are also not with him,” Chance pointed out.

“He’s with Leah. At home, safe, with someone he knows,” Tori said with more patience than she felt.