Kai nodded. “It is.”
Breck peered at the windows above. “So what’s it like living where you work?”
“Easy commute.”
Breck smiled a little and shifted his gaze back to straight ahead.
“Congratulations, by the way, on getting to the Championship.”
Breck slid Kai a look. He’d been tracking their games? “Thanks. Would’ve been nicer if we’d actually won.”
Kai inclined his head. “From what I heard, you played amazing.”
From what I heard. So, he truly hadn’t gone to any more of his games. He’d stayed away, as Breck had requested, yet had still kept tabs. Like he cared or something. Like he’d genuinely been interested. A notion that both lit Breck up, but also made him feel like shit. He’d deprived Kai of an experience he’d really wanted to have.
Forcing another smile, Breck looked away. “We did alright.”
Silence lingered.
The small talk had ended and now Kai was eyeing him. Curiously.
Breck could feel it. Kai wanted to know why he wasn’t getting out.
Thing was, he wasn’t ready to leave. Had something to say, but he sucked at this shit and didn’t know where to start.
Kai sighed and reached for his garage door’s remote. “So, I guess this is good night—”
“I’m sorry,” Breck blurted.
Kai paused. “For what?”
“For punching you,” he muttered.
“Ah.” Kai dropped his hand and eased back into his seat.
“I probably shouldn’t’ve kissed you, either.”
Kai regarded him. “You regret that, too?”
Breck tamped a weak laugh. “Even I can admit it was shitty timing.”
Kai’s lips twitched. “I certainly enjoyed it more than your fist.”
Breck eyed him, his body stirring at the memory. Kai had kissed him back, and God Almighty, he’d gone up in flames.
Clearing his throat, he averted his gaze, shifting in his seat.
“Speaking of punches…” Kai murmured wryly.
Breck met his gaze again.
Kai’s smile was teasing. “You’ve forgotten everything I taught you.”
Breck grunted. “I was drunk.”
“And your choices, poor. Your refresher course this summer can’t come soon enough.”
Breck laughed darkly. “I told you, I’m not interested in any more public humiliation.”