“Later…or whatever.” He sucks in a tight breath. Easton stuffs his hands in his preppy khakis. “If you ever want to play again, just text me. I’m free a lot, so…” “Yeah. Okay. Cool.” Xander nods. Easton nods. “Cool.” I suppress a smile and adjust my earpiece. Not interfering, but man, I feel like a proud Mother Goose who sent her little chickadee out into the world.
