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“I bet that was a shock to hear.”
“It was. I asked him how long he’d been feeling that way and he said it was new. He’d recently met a man at a bar and they’d gone to his car to talk and then fooled around. He said it was like a missing piece clicked into place for him.”
“Did that upset you?”
“No. I didn’t care that he was gay. I felt bad it took him so long to work out his sexual preference and the part I played in delaying that.”
“That wasn’t your fault or his. It’s just the circumstances,” I try to reassure her.
“So do you feel better about Ryan and me?” she asks.
“I do. I’m sorry if I pushed you to share that before you wanted to.”
“I was only waiting to make sure you and I were relationship worthy and then I planned to tell you.”
“Does that mean you think we are?” I ask. Her answer will set us on the path to a future or put an end to whatever we’ve begun.
Her blue eyes seize hold of me, and I lose my breath for a second. She nods. “I do.”
I’m hit with a wave of euphoria. My lips crash a hard kiss against her cold mouth. She tastes like ice cream and hope.
“Thank you,” I say.
“For what?”
“I know you’re nervous about starting a relationship.”
She laughs. “It’s too late for that. Aren’t we already in one? We just haven’t made it official.”
“That works for me. The first night we had coffee, I realized how special you are. And when I kissed you for the first time, I knew there was no going back.”
“So you’re saying I already caught you in my snare?” she teases.
I tap the tip of her nose with my finger. “Yep. Hook, line, and sinker.”
We’ve just finished our ice cream cones when I notice a middle-aged couple looking at me. I can tell they’ve recognized me.Fuck.Honestly, I’m lucky it hasn’t happened before now.
“Why don’t you take Brutus to the truck while I throw our trash out.”
“Okay.” She hands me her crumpled napkins and I pick up Brutus’s empty cup. No surprise that he licked it completely clean.
She takes the leash from me. “Come on, my love.” Brutus is happy to follow her wherever she goes.
My love. Is it weird to be jealous of my dog?
I hurry toward the barrel and shove our trash inside, but before I can turn around I hear a guy’s voice.
“Hey, man. You’re one of my favorite players. Can I get your autograph?”
Spinning around, I find the same couple who were eyeing me. Dammit. I can’t say no. But I don’t want Evie to see what’s going on.
“Sure.” I take the pen and paper from him, scrawl my name, and hand them back. “Have a nice night,” I say, using my long legs to eat up the distance between me and my truck. I’m not taking a chance that they’ll try to engage me in a conversation.
Evie and Brutus are already settled inside the truck when I join them.
“Do you know them?” she asks.
Fuck. Of course she saw us talking.
