Henry got closer. “Hey, I’m sorry about tonight. I’m not sure if you want us to talk about what’s going on with you. Don’t think we’re ignoring it or anything. I know you have a way of handling yourself. Just don’t think for a second you’re alone.”
“I get that,” I said. “It’s a good game. Just need to work on the rules a little.”
“Hockey?”
“No. The boob game.”
Henry laughed.
I turned and walked away.
A ended up on the beach.
I had lived in so many different cities throughout my career.
Warm weather, cold weather, rainy weather, snowy weather.
In giant cities and just outside towns.
I had been on the beaches of each coast.
I did enjoy the ocean though.
Something about it…
This is why I should have ordered something stronger to drink and chugged it. Now my mind is all philosophical over the fucking ocean.
Or maybe it was something else.
I kept my eyes forward and just as I decided to get off the beach, I saw someone walking toward me.
Even more of a reason to get off the beach.
I was not in the mood for people.
Not in the mood for anyone.
As I turned, I heard my name called out.
“Atlas?”
I gritted my teeth.
Last thing I needed was to have some hockey fan harassing me for an autograph and a picture.
But as the person got closer to me…
I saw the shape of her body.
A full-figured shape.
Something a little extra in the front too.
A few seconds later I realized who it was.
Not that I believed in fate… but…
I watched as the nighttime beach breeze blew against Hazel’s hair.