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“Aw, don’t be mad. I’m just curious.”
“You’re being a dick.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’m sorry. Maybe I’m a little envious. She seems like a great lady. Does she make you happy?”
“She does.”
“Then I guess that’s all that matters.”
“There’s lots of fish in the sea, Garth. You don’t have to pick the prettiest, youngest one you can find. It’s okay to find a woman close to your age, someone who’s lived a little.”
“Yeah, I know. I guess it just feels disloyal to Marissa. Like, dating Candy is easy. There’s no depth. But if I found someone my age, someone I might actually settle down with…I don’t know. What would Marissa say?”
“She would probably not want you to be alone. You were, what? Forty-eight when she passed? You could live another forty years. You think the woman who loved you would want you to be alone all that time?”
“I guess not. I just thought she was it. That there wouldn’t be anyone else but her. She wasn’t supposed to die. Now I don’t know what the fuck I’m looking for. So I date hot women there’s no chance I’ll fall in love with and run charity events to keep me busy because I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself every damn day.”
“Why not get into training or managing?” I suggest. “You could even become an agent. You know the world and the players. And they know you. It could be win-win, give you something to do while you figure out what you want for the rest of your life. You’re fifty, not eighty.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”
We’re quiet for a little bit, and then he clears his throat. “Anyway, I guess I’ll see you next week. If there’s time, let’s all have dinner.”
“Sure.”
“I’ll text you the details and put you up in a hotel.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s all part of the cost of running the event. I’ll see about getting a room for Grim too.”
“You really don’t have to, but if you do, send me the details.”
“Will do.”
“Take care.”
I disconnect and stare at the road ahead.
Traffic is light so I’m making good time, and I’m looking forward to getting naked with my woman.
My woman.
It’s been a long time since I considered anyone mine, but it makes sense. I knew we’d be good together from the moment I saw her, some sixth sense telling me she was the one. I just didn’t know how to make a move on a co-worker. Instead, I wasted months pining for her.
Now that we’re together, I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing or anyone I’d rather be doing it with.
We haven’t talked much about the whole baby-making thing since we started having sex but she was clear that it might take a while. Or not happen at all. That’s the whole reason we started this, but it doesn’t matter to me. Baby or no baby, I just want her. That was simply the catalyst that got us together.
Not that I’m giving up on having a baby.
We’re only a month into trying.
Even women without issues sometimes take a lot longer than a month to get pregnant. I’m not going to worry about that unless and until we have to.
Meanwhile, this time we’re spending getting to know each other is perfect. I’m showing her she can trust me and she’s starting to open up.
Since she has the alarm now, I can’t get in unless she opens the door, so I call her when I’m five minutes away. She’s a night owl so I’m not worried about waking her up, but it seems to take her a long time to answer the phone.
