Page 65 of Fight for Me
I can fix this.
I fire off three emails.
The first is to my accountant, instructing him to create an LLC. It’ll act as a shell company to hide who I am.
The second is to my investment company, and it outlines my request for them to wire money against my company line of credit into the shell once it’s formed. I need a few days to liquidate that type of money.
The third is to Milo.
I’m buying her farm. I want you to act as my broker. Keep my name out of it, but get the deal done for me.
Declan
I get a response back from Milo immediately.
And there’s a grand gesture if I’ve ever seen one. Still want to continue lying about how you’re not in love with her, want to marry her, and be happy?
Don’t worry, I’ll get it done.
Milo
Looks like I’m going to have roots in Sugarloaf no matter what my plans are.
This time, it doesn’t feel like a prison sentence. It’s the right choice, and it’s something I can give to her because I have nothing else to give. I know in my heart that Sydney doesn’t really want to go. She loves this town, her home, and the farm. I’m only here temporarily, and when I leave, she’ll have what matters most to her.
* * *
“How long are you out for?” I ask Sean. Earlier this evening, he twisted his knee while attempting to steal second base.
I don’t normally watch his games, but Connor and I were stuck at his place while Ellie and Hadley were doing a girls’ day with Devney and Sydney. So, we were able to see the whole thing.
As soon as it happened, I called him, even knowing he doesn’t have his phone on him during games, but it looked horrible on television. It doesn’t help to listen to the announcers give their un-expert opinions on what it all means either.
For hours, Connor and I waited for Sean to finally call back.
“I don’t know yet. I have another MRI tomorrow, but so far, they haven’t seen anything in the first scans, so that’s hopeful.”
“I’m sorry, man.”
Baseball is Sean’s life. It’s what keeps him from going crazy. He lives for game days, and I know it’ll kill him to have to sit out.
“Whatever. If I have to have surgery or something else, at least it’ll work out timing wise to be back ... there.”
He already got it worked out to be here during the off-season anyway, so I guess it works out in a fucked-up way.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” I admit.
“Well, Syd is there.”
“Yes, but that’s not why.”
Sean laughs. “I love you, Dec, but you’re a fucking idiot. I would give anything for a woman like her.”
He could have a woman like her. Devney has been his best friend since some asshole pushed him, and she punched the guy. They were in second grade. That was all it took for him to fall in love with her, only he never had the balls to tell her. Instead, they pretend as though there isn’t a damn thing between them, and it’s fucking insane.
“Sure you wouldn’t.”
“Don’t start with this shit about Devney again. She and I aren’t anything more than friends. If I did care about her, I wouldn’t be able to give her advice on love and other shit.”
