Page 47 of Three Pucking Words
But I don’t tell any of that to my best friend, because that would open up a can of worms I have no interest in conversing about. “A lot of attractive people have dogs. Doesn’t mean they want to be parents.”
Honor may not know if she’ll ever be a mother, or if she’ll be a good one, but the fear that she won’t already makes her the best kind. Because she’d do anything to give her future children everything they need to be okay.
Sebastian huffs out a laugh and takes his son, carefully resting Beckham’s head on his shoulder and cradling his tired body. “Why are you against the possibility that Honor might be the person whocouldfill that role?”
That’s the problem. I’mnotopposed to it. I’m sure as hell not going to admit that out loud, though.
“For one, she’s Coach’s daughter,” I point out matter-of-factly. “Secondly, we met like two seconds ago. We don’t know each other well enough. And third, we’re not like that.”
He disregards the first two reasons completely. “Doesn’t mean that can’t change.”
Not wanting to think about that, I grab my drink from the table and call out, “Let’s go inside, Gem. Dinner is ready.”
She runs over and gives Sebastian’s legs a squeeze. “Thank you for my gift, Uncle Bash. I love it.”
He ruffles her hair. “Anytime, kid. Make sure to annoy your dad with it.”
I glare at him as we walk into the kitchen, grabbing the small princess-themed plate that Gemma insists is the only one she can eat on. “I made you and Beck dino nuggets,” I tell her, piling her plate with them and a handful of crinkle fries.
Sebastian, Tori, and I try doing dinner together at least once a week. Whether it’s here or their place. It’s a tradition that Ilike keeping up with even when they pester me about shit I don’t want to talk about.
Like Honor.
Because, truth is, I don’t know what’s going on with Coach Erikson’s daughter. The only thing I’m sure of is that there’ssomethingthere that she doesn’t want to do anything about.
Not yet.
So, I won’t pressure her.
I’ll be here waiting for when she’s ready.
If she ever is.
It isn’t until right before Sebastian and his family leave that he says, “I told Olive we’d all have dinner together. She asked if you’d be there like old times sake.”
He waits for me expectantly to answer.
If I tell him no, he’ll ask why.
If I tell him yes, I’ll probably regret it.
Because I made it seem like there was someone in my life to appease her from feeling bad about what happened between us.
That definitely puts me in a predicament.
Especially when I say, “I’ll be there.”
*
There’s a solidchance that what I’m about to ask Honor is the stupidest thing she’s ever heard, but it doesn’t stop me from knocking on her office door bright and early Friday morning.
She picks her head up from the desktop she’s working on and raises her brows when she sees me standing there. “What’s up?”
I glance in the direction of Karina’s office, which seems to be dark with the door closed. “Is Karina here?”
She shakes her head. “She left for an appointment, but she’ll be back at one to prep for the game if you need to talk to—”
“You,” I tell her, earning me a confused expression. “I need to talk to you about something if you have a minute.”
