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“I want to.”
His smile was radiant enough for me to wonder if he was divine. “Okay. We’ll go somewhere quiet, not in the city. No PDA or anything, just in case.”
Fuck, he was perfect. “Thank you.”
He relaxed his head on the pillow and got serious again. “Not to sound needy, but—”
“I’ll tell you if I freak out,” I interrupted. “You come see me, I go see you. Promise.”
He looked relieved, but before either of us could say anything else, the door opened. Tessa jumped onto the bed, turned in a circle a few times, then settled on my feet.
“I guess I have to come back,” I said. “Or she’ll miss me.”
“It was probably her plan all along. She’s a diabolical little monster.”
Since she was on my feet, I couldn’t move, but I didn’t mind. I tucked my head underneath Travis’ chin and let out a contented sigh. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt like this, like I wasn’t made up of a bunch of jagged pieces I was desperately trying to glue back together to fit what Ishouldhave been. For the first time, I thought that, maybe, this was exactly who I was meant to be.WhereI was meant to be.
Chapter 38
Roman
“Roman.”
“Hm?”
“Your phone.”
Rolling reluctantly away from Travis, I leaned over the bed to grab my jeans. The incessant buzzing was getting on my nerves already, but I didn’t find it until I reached into my last pocket. When I saw that my dad was calling me, I sighed and got out of bed.
I looked back at Travis, who was already knocked out again. He was clutching the blanket to his chest, and his face was smooshed against the pillow. He still looked hot like that, and I almost ignored the call, but I forced myself to head onto the back deck.
Bringing the phone to my ear, I blew out a breath. “Hey, Dad. It’s late.”
“Sorry. I forgot about the time zone.” The way he laughed made me wonder if he cared about that at all.
“It’s cool. I can always go back to sleep.”
“Alright. What’ve you been up to?”
“Just the usual, really. Drawing and...Actually, I’m working on a project. A paid one.”
“Oh?” There was movement as if he was doing something while we talked.
“I’m making a bunch of pieces. About thirty. It’s a really big deal and a great opportunity.”
“That’s good, Rome. I’m glad you found someone who wants to pay for your art.”
Pacing across the deck, I held the phone tightly. “It’s for the Braves.”
“Atlanta? Shit, look at that.”
My lips twitched upward. “I’ve been working with the whole team. It’s really cool.”
“How’d you get involved in something like that?”
“Well, I met one of the players. Tra—”
“Got a connection that introduced you?”
