“And if he wants it to be more?” I asked lightly. It wasn’t a push, not really. It was a genuine question, that under any other circumstance in the world, I’d ask my best friend’s opinion. When he answered, the words—rough and low and charged—lifted the hairs on the back of my neck. “Then he’s a smarter man than I gave him credit for.” His eyes never left mine, and the racing echo of my heart screamed in my ears. Then he swallowed, his brow flattening as he dragged his gaze away. “I’ll see you and Sage later at home, okay?” I watched him say goodbye to Sheila and walk away from the field.
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