“Hey, Duncan. You both know what you want, or should I give you a minute?” Our server is a smiling young man with a ponytail and a scruffy beard. He takes our drink orders along with Duncan’s request for loaded fries, then slips away.
“How often do you come here?” I ask him.
“Few times a month. It’s my new regular spot. Switch it up every summer.”
“Because youdoget recognized.”
“Eventually.”
“And then it gets weird.”
“Yep.”
“Do your teammates know you come here?”
He shakes his head.
“Retired teammates?”
He shakes his head again. “Can you imagine Ares or Zeus showing up here and not blowing it?”
I smile. “Ares would be quiet.” It took a few years, but I eventually had reason to meet a few of the Thrusters through various opportunities. I’m still shocked I was in the city for over a year before I saw Duncan again. But I was pretty focused on baseball and only baseball those first two years.
“Felicity wouldn’t be quiet,” he says.
I haven’t met Felicity Berger in person, but I’ve seen clips of her using her ventriloquism skills between periods at Thrusters games before.
She’d out him in a hot second.
He half smirks, then shakes his head.
I lift a brow.
“Don’t tell her brother, but I dated her for a hot minute the season I got here.”
A shocked “No” slips out of my mouth.
A heavy dose of something green floods my vision.
Not my business. Not my business. Not my business.
“Just kissing,” Duncan says. “Nothing more. Long time ago.”
“Isn’t her brother?—”
“Nick Murphy. Yeah. Dude does vengeance like the Berger twins do pranks.”
It’s disturbing how much I want to have helped Nick Murphy teach Duncan a lesson for kissing his sister.
I should’ve had Duncan take me home.
He snorts with what looks like absolute glee.
“What?” I say.
“You look mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
