“Well?”
She practically rolls her eyes at me. “Yes, Dad. You can meet him. Don’t scare him off, okay?”
I smirk. She knows the drill. “I make no guarantees.”
“Dad!” Kyra whines.
“Fine.”
“Does he go to the same school?”
“He goes to public school. Not the private school D and I go to.”
I’m going to Google the shit out of this kid. “You meet him?” I ask Deacon. I know he always looks out for his sister. Even if she thinks he doesn’t need to.
“I’ve played against him.”
Well, that’s interesting. K is dating a baseball player. I’m loving this already. “And?”
“He seems okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Kyra hasn’t brought him over to meet Mom yet.”
“Invite him over sometime.”
“I will, Dad.”
“I’d like to talk to the kid.
“Dad!”
“What? We can talk baseball. Deacon will be there, too.”
Deacon snorts. “He’ll probably want to meet Dad, K.”
It’s Kyra’s turn to snort and roll her eyes. Yeah, it’s a rough life having a father who’s a major leaguer. So rough. Not.
“Whatever. I’m ready to go,” Kyra tells Deacon.
“Alright. See you both soon?”
“Yes, Dad,” Kyra tells me, as she and Deacon leave.
Aww, teenagers.
Heading back into the kitchen, I clean up and start the dishwasher. Then I text Layla.
Gabe: You free tonight?
Layla: I am. Are you?
Gabe: I am, now. Come to me? Or I can come to you…
Layla: I’ll come to you. Be there in 20.
Gabe:
