Page 18 of Dibs
My gaze met Gage’s as he and Heather walked toward us. “We’re just going down the street.”
“Cool. I’ll follow.”
We headed to our rental cars parked just outside the sports complex and, after the boys threw their bat bags into the back of the SUV I’d rented, we headed to the American-style restaurant. I couldn’t help but peek at Gage a few times over my menu as I sat across from him at the table for eight. During one of my stolen glances, his brown eyes met my stare, and I quickly looked down. Why was I staring at him? I knew why. It was because the last time we were alone together, the unimaginable happened and seeing him again was bringing back a memory I’d tried to forget.
I’d mentioned it once to my buddies Aron and Drew after I had inadvertently discovered the relationship they were trying to hide. That was a few years ago and since then, I tried not to think of my former roommate, but as he sat across from me, I couldn’t help but remember how his mouth felt sucking my dick.
I shifted in my seat as Jamie called my name. “What?” I asked, looking up from my menu.
“What do you want to drink?”
My gaze moved to the waitress, who had appeared without me realizing it. “Coke, please.”
The waitress finished taking everyone’s drink order and left.
“Coach, Chase mentioned to me last night that you two were college roommates. What a small world,” Jamie stated.
Sure was.
“Was that at UCLA before you got hurt, babe?” Heather asked, and it appeared she squeezed his knee under the table.
Gage put his arm across the back of her chair. “Yeah.”
“You got hurt?” Jase asked.
Gage nodded. “Tore my ACL.”
“Is that why you didn’t go pro like my dad?” my son inquired.
“Jase,” I scolded.
“What?” he breathed. “I’m just asking.”
I didn’t know for certain, but remembering how Gage left school and never returned, I had to imagine that hurting his knee had done a number on him. There was talk amongst the team that he had his scholarship revoked. I wanted to believe that the injury and the loss of his scholarship was the reason he hadn’t returned and not because of what we had shared in the wee hours of the morning before going to the beach. I knew his leaving made the situation easier for me to pretend it had never happened, even though I had enjoyed the hell out of it. But in the months that followed, I’d wondered what would have transpired if he hadn’t gotten hurt and left school. Would we have messed around again? Would it have just been a one-time thing and we would have both pretended it hadn’t occurred? Would I have met Jamie and had our kids? So many things could have happened.
Gage shook his head. “I don’t think I would have gone pro. Your father was the superstar.”
I smiled, my cheeks heating slightly. “I don’t know about that. We were the dynamic duo.”
Gage grinned. “Yeah, we were.”
“What does that mean?” Dylan wondered.
“Your father played second, and I was the shortstop. We were like clockwork with turning double plays.”
The waitress came back with our drinks, took our lunch orders, and left.
“So, how is your knee?” I asked my former roommate, who was in damn good shape for a dad our age. He had to spend hours at the gym to have the arms he had on him.
“It’s like it never happened.”
I nodded slowly in understanding. “Sucks that it did.”
“How did it happen?” Jamie asked.
“Playing football,” he answered.
She balked. “Football?”
