“I made it eventually.” Travis waited until Dominic walked away but noticed he didn’t seem inclined to go too far. “You haven’t looked this nervous since you broke my bike axle trying to jump that trench in seventh grade.” “What’s going on with you?” he asked, setting the tray of coffees on the roof of his minivan instead of handing it to Dominic. That gave both men pause, but Stephen seemed to shake off whatever suspicions he’d racked up. He felt Dominic shift a glance between them. Knowing the confession couldn’t be put off any longer, Travis addressed Dominic without looking at him. Stephen, however, was tense and staring at Travis, probably wondering how Travis knew about the club. “My wife is in a club,” Dominic muttered, his jaw flexing. I don’t think it was formed to fuck with your heads, though, boys. Far as I know, it’s only Rosie and your sisters. Not when he already had so much shit piled on his head. Any other time, he would have kept the intelligence to himself, but today was not the day to lie to Stephen.

Of course, Travis knew what that was about. “Why’s she doing that?”ĭominic’s answer was to shrug and light a cigarette, blowing smoke into the afternoon haze. “Rosie has been stuffing newspapers under the mattress. “There’s something up with the womenfolk.”ĭominic got a far-off look on his face. Gossiping with my mother on the phone.” He dropped his voice to a dramatic stage whisper. “There’s been a shift in the universe.” Stephen shook his head. His best friend tugged the collar of his shirt. That didn’t change the fact that Travis had stepped over a clearly drawn line. She was more than someone’s little sister. There had been a lot of truth to Georgie’s complaint yesterday. Travis could only grimace in return as he went to join the men, guilt slithering like a serpent in his belly. Stephen nodded in greeting, a smile breaking across his face. Taking it sure as hell wasn’t going to be easy.Ī moment later, Travis stepped off the new porch, his work boots landing in a mixture of dirt and construction debris. Getting his name to the top of the short list. The catalyst for the change had to be the possibility of a new job. That drive that had been missing was back, breathing oxygen into his body, which had felt flat and sluggish since getting cut from the league. Energy snapped in Travis’s shoulders the way it hadn’t in months. His baby-brained friend hopped out of the van with a tray of coffees, stopping to talk to Dominic.

Baseball was forever.Īt the sound of gravel crunching, Travis turned and looked out the window to find Stephen arriving in his god-awful minivan. Or with the fact that letting his guard down around her gave him the same sense of peace as the ballpark. And it certainly couldn’t have shit to do with wanting to simply be around her. Fake dating Georgie could not have anything to do with getting her sexy curves underneath him again.

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