Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,4
on what you’ve been up to.”
My chest burns. He doesn’t even have to say the word boyfriend, and he’s right back at it, rocking my boat.
Tucker elbows me. “Yeah, who’s the mystery guy?”
I shake my head and force out a laugh. “No one. Dad’s just busting my chops.”
Yeah, romance and me—that’s fucking hilarious.
So damn entertaining.
“Someone you left behind in San Francisco?” Tucker asks with a frown. “Let me tell you, I miss my girlfriend. Marissa’s back home in Manhattan.”
“You’ll get to see her soon,” I say, hoping to deflect attention.
“I can’t wait. And hey, bring your guy to a game,” Tucker calls as I ferry my dad out of there. “We’ll all get a bite to eat after. Marissa, you, me, and your dude.”
I don’t even shower. I just change and get the hell away from my teammates and their offers to double-date.
At a nearby restaurant, my father dives into his chicken pasta like he’s never eaten before. “This is so good,” he moans around the food.
“Glad you’re enjoying it,” I say as I slice a piece of steak.
“So much. Now, can we settle something once and for all?”
I finish chewing and set down my fork. “Sure.”
“You.” He waggles a utensil my way along with a pointed look, and then proceeds to play amateur shrink and play it badly. “You shut people out. You’re afraid to love. Since your mom and I split, you worry the same could happen to you.”
“No. That’s not my concern.”
He tilts his head, shoots me a sympathetic look. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Doubt lines his eyes. “I care about you. I want you to be happy. You looked so damn happy in that picture from the other night.” He means the shot of Grant and me flanking a fan, a social media post he texted me about the next day.
Dragging a hand down my face, I groan. “Dad, I was happy because I was at a hockey game. It’s that simple. You’ve got to stop spinning things into what they’re not,” I insist.
He scoffs. “Come on. Grant Blackwood. He’s a good-looking guy.” He taps his sternum. “Look, I’m straight, but I can tell. You’d be foolish not to like him.”
Hearing him breathe Grant’s name chills my bones.
I’m back in time to every occasion he came home drunk, all the times he wouldn’t let go of a topic. Was your mom messing around with her co-worker? Is that why she’s so happy? Did you see anything fishy? Tell me, please tell me. Just please fucking tell me.
No, Dad. There’s nothing going on. Just stop.
There was nothing going on.
“Stop. Just stop,” I beg. “Just tell me why you’re here. Tell me what you need.” My voice trembles, this close to snapping. I cannot let him breathe Grant’s name anymore. I cannot let this shit rain down on the man I love. If word gets out that we had a spring training fling, I don’t know what it’ll do to Grant’s gameplay.
I don’t give a flying fuck that people know I date men. I don’t care if someone prints in a gossip rag that I went out with a TV star, a blues singer, an Internet exec.
Coming out is the best thing I ever did, but it doesn’t make me Teflon. It isn’t a sword that’ll save me or save Grant.
Being out doesn’t make it okay that I fucked a teammate. That’s a line you don’t cross, no matter your orientation, no matter whether you live in or out of the closet.
I crossed it, and now the consequences are knocking on my door—and Grant’s.
A rumor would look bad for me, but it’d be ten degrees of horrible for the rookie who’s not even on the roster yet. I have to stop it.
And I know how.
“Do you need money?” I ask. I know what shuts him up, but my gut churns at what I’m about to do—enable him.
My father winces like he’s embarrassed. But he’s not. This isn’t the first time he’s asked me for dough. I doubt it’ll be the last time I give it to him.
“Kara kicked me out,” he says, his voice wobbly. “Because I went drinking with Cousin Barry a couple of weeks ago. But it was just once. One night. It was because we got some bad news about our tow truck business.”
I brace myself. “What’s the news?”
“I owe some money, and Barry and I are going to lose the shop if I don’t pay up. If I can just get it back up and running,