Page 47 of Playing the Game
“Oh Jesus,” Goran said.
He grabbed his phone and put the radio on.
“What was that?”
“My wife is the worst singer in the UK,” Goran replied. “Poor Petar will have to suffer her lullabies, I’m afraid.”
Adam grinned. “I don’t have to intervene as godfather, do I?”
“I’m the father and I wouldn’t dare.”
Petar squirmed. Adam gently put his finger in the tot’s hand. He clasped it tight.
“It suits you,” Goran said.
“Oh really?” Adam replied. “I think not.”
Goran was staring at him.
“It’s been a year since you and Jen broke up.”
“It has not been a year,” Adam replied. “Has it?”
He had no appetite for the Jen file being opened this early in the morning.
“Don’t you think it’s time you got back out there?”
“How do you know I haven’t?”
Goran boomed with laughter. Poor Petar shivered.
“Please don’t disturb my godson,” Adam said, holding the baby a little tighter.
“You are hilarious. If you were seeing someone, you absolutely would tell me. You can’t keep anything to yourself.”
Once again, Adam rested his eyes on Petar. Maybe it was his new title. Yet something compelled Adam to get everything off his chest with his best friend.
“If I tell you something, it’s going to change the way you see me forever.”
“Oh fuck. Don’t tell me you’re gay now.”
Goran’s laughter rang out again. Then stopped abruptly.
“You’re not.”
“Not quite,” Adam replied. “Bi. I always have been.”
“What?”
Adam stared at his friend. “Is it that hard to believe?”
“Erm…yes! Fucking hell, mate.”
Realisation appeared to dawn on Goran’s face.
“Not with one of the new three?”
“That would be really fucking stupid, wouldn’t it?”
