Noah held the little one closer. “He’s okay.”
Goran nodded.
“I’ve been good,” Noah replied, settling into a chair opposite the goalie.
“And Carmine?” Paloma asked.
She was chopping salad and gave him a knowing look.
“Great,” Noah replied.
“And very handsome.”
“Oi,” Goran interjected. “I am sat here.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous,” Paloma replied. “He’s gay.”
Goran’s obvious indignance amused Paloma even more. She put the knife down and came over. She kissed her husband on the cheek.
“I only have eyes for you, my tiger.”
“Excuse me,” Noah said. “There’s an infant in the room.”
“How do you think he got here?” Goran asked.
Paloma returned to the salad.
“It’s nice to hear that things are rosy in the garden of young love.”
Noah’s expression must have faltered.
“What is it?” Goran asked.
Noah glanced down at Petar who’d dozed off. He marvelled at the trust the baby put into him.
“Is he allowed to go to sleep?”
“Please,” Paloma said. “He rules the roost.”
“As he should.”
“So?” Goran pressed on.
He was one of the worst gossips on the team. Not that he would share truly personal stuff. He just liked to know what was going on.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m having happiness guilt. Everything is great. The house is coming on. We’re looking like we have a chance in the cup. Things with Carmine are great.”
Goran frowned. “Sounds like you have some terrible problems.”
“Malcolm was on the phone last night. He’s heard about the DS league he plays in possibly closing and he’s devastated. I hate spending money on frivolous things.”
“A place to live isn’t frivolous,” Paloma said. “Anyway, Goran tells me you’re picking up some new contracts. You’ll have that league saved in no time.”
Noah shrugged. “Dean is trying his best. Thing is they either want Tito because he’s a name or Jonas because he’s gorgeous.”
“You’re both of those too,” Paloma replied. “Give it some time.”
“Is there something else?” Goran asked.
