Page 40 of Game Changer
I grab my own phone and go outside where the sun is sinking down to the horizon.The ocean glints silver and turquoise, stretching out to infinity.
Should I text Steve and see who he’s with?
I run my thumb over the phone screen.Shit.I hate seeing Molly unhappy.It must feel like a slap in the face that he went without her.Especially if he’s with someone else.
It might seem weird if I message him.We weren’t best buds or anything.So I don’t, but I scroll through Insta while I wait for Molly.
She joins me a few minutes later.
“You okay?”I ask.
“Yeah.I don’t care about the honeymoon.”She sits too.“Yes, I was excited to go to Europe, but it was my decision not to go through with the wedding, so I totally gave up the honeymoon too.It makes sense that Steve should go on the trip rather than waste a bunch of money.It just hurts that he may have gone with someone else.”
I nod.
“And if he’s with Claire, that just reinforces that I made the right decision.”
“I guess that’s true.”That doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt, though.
“This view is incredible.”
I set down my phone.“It really is.I get why the rest of my family likes living here.”
“Would you want to play here?”
“Christ, no!”
She chokes out a laugh.“Okay, then.”
“My family owns both the local teams here.I don’t want to work for my family.Holy shit.”I shake my head.
“But what if you got traded?Players don’t always have a say where they’re going.”
“True.”I grimace.“Let’s hope that never happens.”
“I found a place for dinner.Mexican.How’s that?”
“Sounds good.”
We find the restaurant easily.It’s a typical cantina with wooden tables and chairs, stucco and brick, and lots of greenery.
We start off sharing cheese chips with guacamole.Molly orders the chicken mole and I go for beef fajitas.While we sip our drinks and wait for our meals, she changes the subject back to my visit with Grandpa.
“So how’s your grandpa doing today?”
I purse my lips briefly, then tell her about my conversation with Chelsea, ending with, “She’s not bailing on him.”
She watches me closely.“Do you feel more comfortable about her now?”
“Yeah.She’s looking after him.I tried to talk to Grandpa but I don’t think he really understood.”
“Oh no.”
I sigh.“I left it too late.I thought he was the enemy and now it turns out we know better, and it’s too fucking late.”
“Maybe he understood more than you realize.At least he wasn’t…hostile.Or was he?”
“No.”
