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“Ah,” I say, like that explains everything, which it doesn’t.
“I’ve lived and been all over. Traded a couple of times, too.”
“Is that hard?” I inquire.
Sebastian was drafted by the Boston Revolutionaries years ago, but I guess it’s pretty rare to stay with the same team your entire career.
“Yes, and no. You get used to it, I guess. I’ve only been traded twice, so not nearly as much as some other guys. I had just bought a house in Florida when I got the call.”
“Wow. That must have been difficult.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really happy about it at first, but it turned out great for me. I love Boston. It’s been the best team I’ve been part of.”
“I love living in Boston too,” I admit, but instantly regret it. I don’t feel like answering questions about me moving to Boston, and especially the time before.
But Calvin just smiles and adds, “I love that you are here.”
He pulls onto my street, and I can’t help but blurt out, “Would you like to come in and watch a movie?”
He raises an eyebrow—maybe at my sudden question or my abrupt topic change. I’m not quite sure, but he doesn’t call me out on anything. Instead, he flashes me a smile and says, Sure, but it’s your turn to pick tonight.”
“Deal,” I agree with a shake of our hands, as I decide to ignore the tingle shooting up my arms when we connect.
Chapter Eighteen
Scarlett
Itake a sip of coffee as I stare at my computer screen. I’m reviewing and updating our scholarship requirement document, which will be posted soon on our website. It’s only October, but we start advertising our scholarship offerings in the fall for a late January deadline. I weed out the weakest applications first and then review everything with Sebastian during his off-season.
I hit the number key to change a date from last year when my phone buzzes beside my coffee mug.
My brother.
“Hello?”
“Hey! Remember that building on the Cape that we were interested in?” My brother’s voice is muffled with background noise filling the air.
“Yeah.” Of course I do. It’s perfect.
“Well, they changed their mind about selling. They may welcome an offer, but it needs to be this weekend.” His tone is serious.
“This weekend?” I repeat his last two words in confusion. Sebastian has his bye week and is traveling with Annie to the West Coast.
“Yeah,” he says with a defeated sigh.
“Well, I can take care of that.”
“Okay, thank you. That’s kind of what I hoped.”
“Send me the details.”
A smile tugs up my lips as I end the call with my brother. I can’t believe we have another chance at this property down on Cape Cod and that he is entrusting me with this project.
The building is a former senior living facility that went under just over a year ago. We’ve been in talks with the owner to see if we could expand our reach to women’s shelters beyond just the city limits. Cape Cod would be a perfect opportunity to do so.
I close out my document to stare at my e-mail for a solid five minutes before the message finally pops up from Sebastian. I click the link fast, almost knocking my coffee cup over in the process.
It was worth it, though. The property is better than I remember, and only two hours from Boston. Time to start planning my visit.
