Page 133 of Heal Me, Love Me
“About damn time, Cross. You carried that man around San Antonio like a ghost. I’m glad he turned out to be real.”
“He’s real.”
He picked up his wrap, then seemed to think better of taking another bite. “You deserve to be happy.”
I looked down at my food. Bradford had always been too good at saying things as if they were obvious.
“He’s still in Sacramento,” I told him. “That part sucks. We spent years apart, finally figured our shit out, and then I moved across the country for training. I know this is different because we’re choosing it this time, but being away from him still messes with my head.”
“Is he coming to the fight?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “He booked his flight today actually.”
“There you go.”
“It’s only a few days though.”
“It’s still him showing up.”
“My parents are coming too,” I added. “So it’ll be a whole thing.”
“As it should be. You need people there.”
“You should come.”
His brows lifted. “To the fight?”
“Yeah. I can ask my agent about another ticket.”
“I’d like that.”
“Then come.”
“I will.” His phone buzzed on the table, and he glanced at the screen then stood abruptly. “Shit. I’ve got ground school.”
“Right now?”
“Weather doesn’t study itself.”
Bradford pushed his chair in. “Let me know if your agent comes through.”
“You still have the same number?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll text you.”
He stepped back from the table. “Good seeing you, Cross.”
“You too.”
He started toward the sidewalk, then turned back. “And tell your guy I’m happy for you two.”
“You don’t know him.”
“No.” His smile softened. “But I know what he means to you.”
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