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“Maybe.” I lift a shoulder. “Good night.”
“Night.”
Halfway out the door, I glance back…
But she’s already painting again.
7
NOVA
“Can you get Tyler Adams to sign my tits?” Brooke demands through the speakerphone.
“His wife invited me. That would be awkward.” I dust powder on my cheeks in the bathroom. “Besides, how would I even do that?”
“You’re right. Get him to sign your tits and send me a picture.”
“Not happening,” Clay says as he walks past the door, buttoning his shirt.
My lips curve as I stare after him.
It’s the first time I’ve heard him make a joke in days.
Weeks?
Since we arrived in LA, things haven’t been the same between us. Clay tried to tell me they wouldn’t be, but I was convinced I could make this place a home for us.
Somehow the harder I tried, the more distant he became.
LA winning the championship only seemed to push him further beneath water. He withdrew, going from quiet to resigned and grumpy to disconnected.
He’s been down since the season ended. I wish he’d get a therapist, but since we moved to LA, he hasn’t found one in state.
Maybe I’ve been going about it the wrong ways, trying to keep him connected to his old friends and teammates.
Maybe what we’ve needed is to make new friends together.
“Also, I saw your sister going for lunch with Chloe yesterday,” Brooke continues, bringing me back. “She looked round and happy.”
“Perfect. I’m still hoping I can make it there in time for the birth.”
“When’s she due?”
“Two weeks.”
“You better get moving,” Brooke warns. “She looked ready to pop.”
I hang up with my friend, put my makeup away and fluff my hair.
Half an hour later, we’re parking on a lush, curved street in the Hills.
“Hey,” I say to Clay when I grab my purse and shift out, “if anyone asks about your plans for next year, what should I say?”
He stiffens slightly it’s almost imperceptible. “Same as always. Nothing’s finalized.”
I want it to be finalized for us. Still, Clay told me he’d called his agent back. I feel as though things are getting better and we might be turning a corner.
Now we’re walking up the pathway to the huge white house surrounded by a high hedge of green.
