“Mm…Good morning. What time is it?”
“About 6:40,” he replied, his hand still touching her. “We’re meeting Milo and Nora for breakfast at eight.”
She hummed again. “Then I guess you’ll need to make love to me really quickly so we have time to shower and get ready for breakfast.”
This girl…
Hauling her close, he kissed her even as he positioned himself over her. He hated the thought of being quick, but he sure as hell loved being thorough.
“So you’ll help me with this?”
Milo sipped his coffee, and in typical Milo fashion, took his time answering. “Of course I’m going to help. It just seems like you could have planned it a little better.”
“Look, I can’t keep saying that I’m not good at this stuff, okay? I get it. And I suck at making plans in advance. This was the best I could do.”
“Well then, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Thanks.”
“Just maybe next time…”
“Alright…I get it. You hate last-minute stuff. Do I need to ask Axel or Walker to do this?”
“No, no, no. It’s fine.”
But Slater knew his friend was inwardly freaking out because he overthought everything, whereas Slater did not.
Yeah. I should’ve asked Axel or Walker.
They were sitting in Milo’s cabin while Evie and Nora had gone back to his cabin to finish packing. Evie needed another suitcase, so Nora was lending her one, and they decided to deal with it now after Slater had casually mentioned that he had urgent resort business he needed to discuss with Milo.
“You’re sure about this?” Milo asked after a long moment.
“Yup.”
“I think I know the answer to this, but did you ever decide about going to your father’s big ceremony?”
Shaking his head, he said, “I did, and I’m not going. Nope. I said everything I needed to say that day in my office. He hung around and tried to talk to me some more, but I wasn’t interested.”
“Good for you.”
“I guess. Although I’m sure it’s going to be big news for a day or two. You know, it kind of turns the bastard into a holiday. A monument. A banner. A piece of baseball mythology.” With a snort of disgust, he shook his head. “I don’t need to be there, and I certainly don’t want a commemorative bobblehead or anything.”
Milo chuckled. “I can’t even imagine.”
“Sadly, I can.” He took a sip of his coffee. “But from here on out, I refuse to think about him or give in to all the propaganda I’ve had to listen to my whole life. I feel like I’ve finally hit a point where I’m living my life for myself. As myself. And not living it based on what he did or didn’t do.”
“That’s awesome, Slater. I’m proud of you. Really.”
“Thanks. Maybe I’ll finally get my shit together like the rest of you.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“I know, but…I’m kind of looking forward to it.”
Milo looked like he was going to say more, but Nora and Evie were walking through the door.
“Okay, now I think she’s all packed,” Nora said as she sat down on the couch beside Milo.
