Page 63 of Playing the Game
“Hey, Adam,” she said.
“Hey. Sorry it was a sh…bad match.”
Anna muted the television. “No problem. You can’t win them all.”
“Do you want a drink?” Jonas asked.
Adam shook his head. He didn’t want to intrude on their last night together. Also he could only handle small doses of being in the same room as Jonas on a look but don’t touch basis.
“No, I came to see Tito really,” he said. “Seemed a shame not to call and say hello. I should leave you to it.”
“Why don’t you stay the night?” Anna asked.
“Anna!” Jonas cried.
“Oh please. It’s obvious what’s going on.”
Adam looked at Jonas with wide eyes. Poor Jonas also had the expression of a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Jonas dashed over and shoved Anna’s legs out of the way before sitting down.
“Oi,” she said.
“You can’t tell anyone,” he said. “Not even at home. Do you promise me?”
“Of course I do,” she replied. “You’re being way more obvious than you think.”
Adam felt queasy. If a teenager had busted them, what hope did they have of keeping this a secret?
“You can stay tonight if you like,” Anna said to Adam. “I don’t mind.”
“That would be too weird,” Jonas cut in. “And besides, I think you and I need to have a proper chat.”
“Agreed,” Adam replied. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Jonas went to show him out. Adam held his hands up. “I know the way. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He needed to get out of there. Adam almost sprinted out of the apartment and down the stairs. Once outside he gulped in the fresh air.
He felt sick by the time he got into the car. He waited a second before driving.
Why am I reacting like this? Would it really be the worst thing?
As his body returned to normal, Adam tried to focus. He instinctively railed against the idea of the world knowing his sexuality. Udo and Steven had weathered most of their storm. Surely the second couple would get an easier ride?
But the captain?
Still confused, Adam switched the car on. As he drove out of the car park, he glanced up at the building. Jonas was watching him.
TWELVE
JONAS
“I don’t want to go.”
Anna sat on the edge of the spare bed. Her belongings strewn around her. Jonas had been trying to persuade her to pack for the best part of an hour.
Jonas ran his hands through his hair. “Anna. We had an agreement.”
