"Hey, it's the official summer sport," I remind him, glaring up at him without any heat. "When it's winter, hockey reigns supreme."

I did play lacrosse as a kid, just to keep me fresh between hockey, and I didn't hate it. Still, it might be worth it to coach again. Bits always seems to have a plan, and I tip my head back to give him the first genuine smile of the day. "You're right. It's a good idea."

The idea makes me feel a little better, but I'm still dealing with the aftermath of spending the entire day anxious. My muscles are bunched up, and I twist to stretch out across his lap, stretching out my arms and legs before relaxing across his thighs. "Are you sure that I'm not keeping you from something?"