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were as enthusiastic about the actual play by play. Connie was painting Delia’s fingernails. Ethan was trying to appear like it wasn’t a problem that his ex was here. Lacey was parked between Coop’s legs, leaning back into him, whispering something dirty in his ear, if Coop’s reaction was anything to go by.
    “C’mon the Bucks,” Mrs D roared right beside him, once again belying her advanced age and making up for everyone else’s inattention. She was even wearing her own red and green Bucks jersey. “It’s not over yet. Not ’til the final hooter,” she told Jarrod.
    He admired Mrs D’s loyalty, but it looked like the Bucks were going to miss out on the cup again this year. “Fingers crossed, Mrs D,” he said.
    “Those kids would do anything for Marcus—you wait and see. It’s just such a shame the grass isn’t looking better.”
    “Yes,” Jarrod agreed. The field had patchy cover and the grass that existed was brown and brittle. It was dusty, as well as hard on knees and elbows. Drought had forced the local council to employ severe water restrictions, which did not cover luxuries such as sports fields.
    “We need rain so badly,” she tsked. “The Channel Four weatherman said none in sight.”
    “Apparently not,” Jarrod said grimly. All the advanced weather modelling he’d seen through work had been dire. For rainfall and for fire conditions.
    “Another six tackles, that’s good, bring it back!” Marcus called from the sideline.
    “I’m so pleased you could stay for the match,” Mrs D said, giving Selena’s hand a squeeze.
    “So am I,” Selena said, smiling at her grandmother, and she sounded genuine to Jarrod.
    After last night, he’d expected her to do another disappearing act back to Brisbane—do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
    Do not say goodbye.
    To find her car still parked outside this morning had been a surprise. To find her at the football even more so.
    They hadn’t said much last night afterwards. They’d righted their clothes, and he’d driven them back home. He hadn’t known what to say, his brain too busy trying to figure out how the hell they’d ended up screwing in his dual cab. And she’d seemed equally as lost for words. When he’d pulled up outside their houses she’d opened her door and simply said, “Goodnight,” before sliding out of the vehicle, and he’d let her go because what did you say to the woman you’d just nailed in your car, who you used to love but had spent the last fifteen years not liking very much?
    What the fuck? Even now his head was spinning.
    “Do you remember how we used to come here every Sunday and watch Marcus play for the Bucks?” Mrs D said.
    “Yes.” Selena shot him a sideways glance, fanning the coals of desire that had been smouldering in his balls since she’d sat down beside him in a pair of teeny tiny shorts and a V-necked T-shirt with two buttons popped at the cleavage. “I remember.”
    Was she remembering the day they’d had sex in the team change rooms after everyone had gone home? It had smelled like sweat and feet but neither of them had cared at the time. All he’d been able to smell was her Lulu perfume and the jasmine in her hair.
    “Hard to believe he’s the one doing the coaching now,” Selena murmured, returning her gaze to her grandmother.
    “He’d still be playing if he hadn’t blown out his knee that third time,” Connie chimed in like she was an authority on sports injuries.
    “Yes! Go Reggie!” Marcus yelled from the sideline. “Go man, you can do it.”
    Jarrod was pleased for the distraction as everyone on the blanket along with every Bucks’ supporter at the field got to their feet and whooped and hollered as little Reggie Wyndham, the runt of the team, became a blur of red and green as he streaked down the field towards the goal posts. Reggie and his family had emigrated from northern England last year and lived on one of the outlying properties. He always gave