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Knowing all that, I still can’t seem to stomp out this urge to like Lexie and to be with her—physically and emotionally. We weren’t just about sex. Sure, there was plenty of that, and it was beyond amazing, but there was so much more. She was easy to talk to, fun. I liked her.
Correction. I like her.
There just isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
For today, though, I plan to forget about all of it and just enjoy. Enjoy being with Luke… and with Lexie. Being here is the most normal I’ve felt in a long fucking time, and I’m not ready to let it go yet.
“You do know how to throw a football, don’t you, princess?”
She takes hold of the handles on Luke’s wheelchair.
“Probably better than you can, Wallace.”
“Why does he keep calling you a princess?” Luke asks as we make our way to the backyard.
“He’s afraid I’m going to disappear like Cinderella did.”
“Or turn into an ogre like Fiona did in Shrek?” Luke offers up.
I toss my head back and laugh. “You got that right, kid.”
“Toss me the ball, Wallace. I’ll show you what an ogre I can be… even in the daylight.”
With my good arm, I toss the ball to Lexie.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, princess.”
She catches the ball easily. A wicked smile covers her face right before she throws it at me—in perfect form.
“Damn, where’d you learn to throw like that?”
“Same place you did.”
As much as I hate the reminder of what that means, I still find humor.
“I sure as hell would rather have practiced with you all these years.”
“Watch your language, Uncle Carter,” Luke reminds me as I toss him the ball. There’s a significant improvement in his throw when he tosses it back to me.
“You’ve been practicing.”
“Every day. Mom doesn’t catch as good as you do, though.”
“Wow, really, dude?” Char says feigning mock hurt as she joins us.
“Sorry, Mom, but it’s the truth.”
“Who do you think taught your Uncle Carter to play?” she says, hands on her hips.
“No one… he was born with it.”
God, I love this kid. I damn near double over in laughter at the line I’ve been toting the kid ever since I made the pros.
“Oh, please.” Char rolls her eyes. “Don’t believe everything your uncle tells you. Time for lunch, kids.”
We all pile into the house and feast on the grilled cheese sandwiches my sister made for lunch.
As I devour my second helping, I watch Lexie interact with my sister and nephew with ease. She fits in with them, with us, like a damn glove. I can tell Luke’s in love by the look in his eyes. Can’t say that I blame the kid. One look and I was halfway there myself.
