Mikey
The team charter was scheduled to leave just after lunch, which meant my morning consisted of throwing clothes into a suitcase while trying to remember if I’d packed enough warm clothes for Minnesota.
I hated away games in cold weather.
There. I said it.
Growing up on a farm in Ohio, you’d think I’d love snow, freezing temperatures, and enough wind to make your face hurt.
I didn’t.
I’d had my fill of cold weather before I was old enough to drive.
These days, living in Florida had spoiled me. Give me sunshine, palm trees, and the ability to wear shorts in December over scraping ice off a windshield any day of the week.
I zipped my suitcase shut just as the doorbell rang.
I already knew who it was.
Opening the door, I found Macey standing there with two coffees in one hand an
