“I want to see you.Alone.”
“I want that too.”
I sigh and step back from him before I lose the will to.“Soon.”
He nods.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“I’m counting on it.”
I turn and walk back to my car, my heart racing, as if each beat carves out a space in my chest that only he can fill.
Chapter30
Martin
Isip my coffee atThe Red Cherrycounter, listening to Chris and Casey make plans for tomorrow.I study the situation, hoping to slip into the conversation discreetly.Which is impossible, since by now everyone knows, or thinks they know, about this thing between the Captain and me.
“I could come with you,” I say casually.
They both stop talking and stare at me.
“I’m free tomorrow morning.”
“You never came to the game.”
“That’s not true.I came to see Evan.”
“But never to a Leinster game.”
I shrug.
“Are you a rugby fan now?”Casey asks, sneering.
“All you guys do is talk about rugby now, and with Evan joining the team… I’m just trying to keep up, you know.”
“Maybe you’re more interested in players…” Chris comments.
“Just one,” Evan says from behind us.“Right, Dad?”
I snort.“Forget it.”
Evan drops onto the stool next to me and steals the cup from my hands − a bad habit he definitely picked up from his mother.
“You could have one freshly made,” I say.
“Yours is better, and besides, it’s already ready.”
I shake my head and start tracing imaginary circles on the counter.
“So, you’re thinking of coming to the match, then?”Evan asks.
“If you’re only going to take the piss, then no.”
“Ah, come on, we were only asking,” Chris says.
“You were making assumptions.”
