Page 176 of Catch Me
“Will you come by for dinner too?”
“Of course. I love you, Mom. I’ve gotta go.”
“I love you too, Rome. Tell everyone we said hi. And wish Travis luck for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I will.”
After hanging up, I looked around. There were some people filing out, so I assumed we were at the seventh-inning stretch.
My mom was right about something. I needed to get shit off my chest. I hadn’t said everything that needed to be said, and I wasn’t holding onto hope anymore, but for my own sanity, I had to put it all out there—all the things that went through my mind when I closed my eyes to sleep. Otherwise, I’d always wonder if he was the one that got away.
This needed to end.
*****
As I paced in the hall, I considered my words carefully. It was likely he’d brush me off again, so I had to talk quickly. It wasn’t for him. It was for me.
Maybe a little for him, but whatever.
When the elevator dinged, I straightened. Unlike before, my heart wasn’t ramming against my chest. I felt pretty calm, actually.
A man stepped off the elevator, but his hair was dark.
“Amir,” I said, surprised.
His head cocked, and he strode over to me. “Hey there.”
“Uh, what’s up?”
He glanced down the hall, then shrugged. “Consorting with the enemy, you could say.”
I knew most of the team was on this floor, but my eyes went to Travis’ door. “Is that so?”
“What about you?”
“I’m . . . waiting for someone.”
He raised his brows with a little smile. “Is this a secret thing? I love some good gossip. Is someone keeping you on the down low?”
I rolled my lips, unsure what to say. “Who are you meeting?”
“McKinney.”
My stomach flipped, and I had to clear my throat. “Oh. Did he... ask you to meet him?”
The idea made me feel sick. Travis knew I was right down the hall. He wouldn’t do that. Would he?
“It’s not really something I should talk about.”
“Right. Okay.”
Before he could see what was happening in my head, I turned away. I hadn’t made it to my door before he caught up and started walking at my side.
“I thought you were meeting someone.”
“Changed my mind,” I muttered.
“Alright, well, I’ll see you around maybe.”
