Page 116 of Slew Foot
“Liar!” Crawford said with a grin. “You’re lucky to have me on this team and you know it.”
Thankfully, the conversation swung away from Mickey and Rafe, and they were finally able to board the plane in peace.
Rafe couldn’t stop smiling as they settled into their seats. It really did feel good he’d gotten the closure with Logan. Maybe it shouldn’t have mattered, but it helped to know he and Logan were just dumbasses or something.
Definitelyfucking bad at communicating.
He turned to look at Mickey, who was doing something on his phone.
“Hey,” Rafe said, frowning at him. “You’d … if you wanted to break up with me, you’d actually use those words, right?”
A confused look crossed Mickey’s face as he glanced over. “Why would I want to break up with you? We just got together.”
“Well, I know,” Rafe said. “But like, if you get tired of me someday or …”
“I wouldn’t get tired of you,” Mickey said.
“Well, but if you did, you’d?—”
“Rafe,” Mickey said, and his voice was quiet but a little stern. “I’m not going to get tired of you. But yes, if we couldn’t fix whatever wasn’t working in our relationship, I’d tell you in very plain words. And I’d be sure we were on the same page about it, okay? I won’t do what Logan did, I swear.”
“Awesome,” Rafe said with a sigh of relief. “That would be great.”
“But,” Mickey said, twisting in his seat to look him in the eye. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“No? Not even if I get really serious about you really fast and like … want you to come meet my family and all that?”
Not that he and Logan had movedfast. Not at all. But apparently after all of the time he’d been with Logan, it had still been faster than Logan wanted. It was kind of nice knowing it had nothing to do withhimthough. Logan was in a different place or whatever.
“No,” Mickey said, reaching out and taking Rafe’s hand. “I was actually thinking about sending my mom an email telling her we were together and talking to her about you coming to meet herand the rest of the family in the off-season. I want to show you around Germany.”
“Oh, cool,” Rafe said happily. “Yeah, I’d love that.”
Mickey blinked, an uneasy expression crossing his face. “I’m not moving too fast for you then?”
“No,” Rafe said, confused by the question. “That’s like …perfect. And maybe we can visit my family too?”
Mickey smiled. “Yeah, of course.”
Rafe sighed happily and leaned over to kiss Mickey’s cheek. “I amsoin love with you.”
Mickey smiled but just as he opened his mouth to answer, someone nearby said, “Oh my God, they are going to be fuckingunbearable.”
Grinning, Rafe turned his head to see who’d said it, when the intercom crackled to life and the pilot spoke, telling them they were getting ready to depart and what the weather conditions were like.
Then it was time for the flight attendant to do her thing, and the plane finally taxied down the runway.
Rafe settled back, reaching out to take Mickey’s hand and squeezing it. Mickey squeezed back without even looking up from his phone, but the little smile on his lips made Rafe smile too.
The plane lifted off smoothly and they had just reached cruising altitude when Mickey clenched Rafe’s hand with a sudden, sharp grip that made Rafe wince.
“Oww!” Mickey let go of his hand to touch the side of his head. “What the fuck?”
“What is it?” Rafe frowned at him.
“My head. There was this sharp pain and?—”
“Fuck! I better get Dr. Pope,” Rafe said, fumbling with his seatbelt. He got up before Mickey could argue with him and found Dr. Pope sitting with some of the other training people.
