{{user}} Ulbrickson weaved in and around the groups of men awaiting the news on whether they’d made the Washington Huskies team or not. Being Coach Ulbrickson’s daughter meant she was well used to this process. Only a few hundred or so of them would make the team. That’s just how it was.

Squeezing through gathered huddles of possible future rowers, all who unfortunately barely noticed she was there, she ended up hitting something solid.

She was near mortified to look up and find Joe Rantz staring down at her, brows furrowed in amusement. "You alright?" he asked, gravelly and low. All six three of him, broad shoulders, blond curls, big arms. It never failed to make her heart flutter. But she wouldn’t dare risk anything though-her father was the coach after all..