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Wren and Heidi decided to carpool to the airport since none of us knew how long Coach would keep Gideon and I after the game. They had our luggage piled into Wren’s SUV. It saved Gideon and I time getting out of the facility. I pulled up my GPS and adjusted our route based on their warning.
“So,” Gideon said, stretching out as best as he could in the passenger’s seat of my Camaro. “Things still going well with Wren? I gotta tell you, Heidi fucking loves her.”
After I rather ceremoniously spilled the beans that Wren and I were seeing each other, Heidi managed to steal her number from my phone and had been texting her non-stop.
It had been Heidi’s idea to invite Wren and me along on their island getaway. I, for one, wasn’t arguing. We’d be on the same island, and we could get dinner with them, but Wren and I had booked a bungalow with a private stretch of beach, away from prying eyes and nosey quarterbacks.
“Yeah, good I guess,” I said.
“Good you guess?” Gideon raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged.
“I’m gonna let you in on a secret,” he began, puffing out his chest as if he was going to dole out ancient marital wisdom. “If you guess everything’s good, it’s not. Either it’s good or it isn’t.”
“It’s not bad,” I amended. “I dunno man. Things were great—or at least as great as they could be having to sneak around, you know? She had a work thing in New York, so we went to the city together, had dinner, and spent the night. I thought we had a good time, but things have just felt off. Like nothing’s happened, she’s just been quiet. I’ve barely seen her. Even when things are crazy, we’ll manage to spend the night together or get a late dinner after she’s done with rehearsals at the stadium.”
“What was the work thing in New York?”
I huffed as I weaved around I-95 traffic. The right lane was for going ten over. The left lane was for going fifteen over. If a car was going the speed limit, they were going to get flattened. I didn’t make the rules. Welcome to driving in New England. “The owner of the firm she works for wants to open a new branch in Manhattan. She wants Wren to run it. Move to New York. She had Wren go to the city to look at office spaces and talk about logistics.”
“Damn. That sucks.”
“Yup.”
We made the rest of the drive in silence. No talking, no radio. Gideon filled the three-hour drive by texting Heidi. I caught a few glimpses of the screen. The fuckers were dissecting the weirdness between Wren and me.
My curiosity got the best of me on the Whitestone Bridge. As I battled my way through Queens traffic, I asked. “What’s Heidi’s take?”
Gideon pocketed his phone. “You actually wanna know?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed. “Apparently, Wren said that her meetings in New York went well. She didn’t want to say anything to you that would throw you off your game. She knows the team is your priority.”
My heart crashed into my stomach and got tangled somewhere in my intestines. At least that’s what I chalked the excruciating pain in my gut to. “That uh…” Fuck. I swallowed, clenching my jaw. “That’s great.”
