“Seth was there like a week ago,” Tabby says.
“He was. It’s very new.”
“Are you going to marry her?” she asks.
I know she’s teasing me, but my next words may tell me more about how I feel than even I realized. “If he’ll have me, yes. I’m going to marry him.”
It takes me a minute to realize that it might not be the marriage intention that has them staring at me with wide eyes. It’s the fact that I might have just come out to my kids. Huh. I suppose that’s long overdue.
CHAPTER 31
BREVAN
Imiss exercise when I haven’t hit the gym in a while. Practice this week has made me feel lazy. It’s like the week off in Iceland has drained all the strength I used to have. I feel slow.
This gives me anxiety because my position relies on my being fast. And thus, I’ve been spending every last waking moment on the damn treadmill or sprinting down the field to regain my speed.
Not that I know if it’s helping. I guess to know if I’m improving or falling behind, I’d have to pay attention to a run time or something.
“Skeet!”
I look up from where I’m jogging on the elliptical. Franklin, Horace, Lane, Wulfe, and Norman pile into the gym.
“Dude, I’m mad at you,” Horace says, crossing his arms.
My eyebrows knit together as I hit the pause button with my palm. I grab the towel and wipe the sweat from my face. “Why?”
“You didn’t tell us you were invited to the draft,” Horace says.
“Oh.” He’s right. I hadn’t. I’d been so damn excited after my agent, Angelina, called that I called Kendrick to share the news. Then I wondered if I’d have to go alone, so I called Cody to see ifhe could manage to get some time off for a few days and come to the draft with me. He said he’d try.
Then I asked Coach Lemon if he’d come with me. He agreed. I’ve been debating about asking Kendrick. I want him to be there more than anything. But the draft is broadcast on national television. There’d be no way to hide. But more than anything, more than anyone, I want Kendrick with me. I want to share this moment with him.
This is the thought that’s been consuming me for the past several days. I don’t want to put pressure on him, but I also don’t want him to think I don’t want him there. What’s the right answer? Am I selfish if I ask him to come anyway?
Always worrying about something.
“Sorry. I was invited to the draft.”
Horace rolls his eyes. “Seriously, man. That’s fucking epic. Why aren’t you shouting it from the damn roof?”
“I would be,” Wulfe says. He leans into Lane’s side.
I love seeing them together. I can probably count on one hand all the times I’ve had an inkling of wanting a relationship, and it’s usually when I see them together. They’re besties. Roommates. Lovers. They’re everything, and I think it’s amazing.
And now I have that.
The whisper in my head makes me smile. Well, maybe not just like that, but I have something that’s mine. Something that feels just as big and perfect.
“Earth to Brevan,” Franklin says, laughing. “Seriously, dude. What has you so caught up in your head lately?”
“I, uh… didn’t realize I was.”
“You’re always a little distracted when we’re not on the field, but I swear, I had an entire conversation with you yesterday, and I don’t think you heard a word,” Franklin says.
“Did I even see you yesterday?”
Franklin gives me a demure expression while the others laugh.
