Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,77

my ass and go get my woman, and if I hadn’t listened to you, I wouldn’t have my wife, and I’d barely get to see my daughter. So you need to get off your ass and go get your woman.”

My eyes narrowed on his perfect-life-having face. “I can’t give her what she wants. What kind of selfish prick makes his woman sacrifice her dreams? This isn’t about her wanting to volunteer in a third world country, Nixon. There’s no compromise to be had here. Either she wants me, or she doesn’t.”

“Then at least have that conversation with her. The way you two left it…you’re both a mess.” Nixon sighed.

“You’ve seen her?” Holy shit did that sting.

“Liberty has.”

I shook my head, and noticed Hendrix’s jaw ticking. “What, you too?”

“I’m the last fucking person to give relationship advice. My longest relationship includes me calling her an uber. But, I will say that you two are pretty damned perfect together if not for this one thing.”

“Yeah, well, this one thing is her everything, and if she’d wanted to talk, she would have shown up or called. She has a fucking key.”

We fell into an awkward silence.

“And on that note, go team?” Nixon gave me a sarcastic thumbs up.

“We’re going to win today,” I said with a decisive nod. “Something has to go my way.”

We lost.

It wasn’t because Baker tripped, or I ran too slow, or any other tangible reason. We simply got outplayed.

Our season ended, and I drove home, growing a little more numb with each passing mile. Apparently, my soul had a pain limit, and I’d reached it. There was nothing left to feel.

I hit the remote for the gate, then drove through after it swung open. I’d bought this huge house and all this land…for what? At the time, I’d figured I could move Mom and Dad in when they’d need care, but what about until then?

I rounded the curve, and my heart stopped, then pounded.

Teagan’s car was parked in front of the house.

I steadied my hands but not my heartbeat as I parked and headed inside, only to find Teagan walking in from the back yard at the same time.

Her eyes flew wide, and her lips parted as Walt pushed by her. I dropped to my haunches out of pure habit, rubbing him behind the ears.

“Sorry. I. Um…” Teagan swallowed and shook her head. “I just took him out.”

“That’s okay.” That’s okay? That’s the best I could come up with? Hope welled in my chest, but I shut that shit down.

“I listened to the game,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “I’m so sorry.”

“It happens.” I stood slowly, taking in everything about her. She’d lost a little weight, which meant she wasn’t eating, and her face was pale…drawn, like she hadn’t been sleeping.

“I know how badly you wanted it.” She wrung her hands, her fingers sliding over the skin where her ring used to be.

“Everyone wants it. It’s just part of the game.” Fuck, I’d missed her. Just seeing her had my lungs simultaneously expanding fully for the first time in weeks and screaming in pain. “Look, I’m really happy to see you, T, but what are you doing here?”

She blinked rapidly and flushed. “Oh. Right. I sold one of the pieces that I left here. I’d just finished it right before…”

“Right before you left me?” I finished when she didn’t.

She nodded, having the nerve to look crushed. “I didn’t want to bother you,” she said as she walked past me to grab the massive canvas that she must have brought down from the studio before I got there. It was the blue one. The one she’d been painting when I’d made love to her in the studio after that away game.

My soul felt like it was being ripped out of my body, screaming in protest that she wasn’t just selling a piece of her art—she was selling us.

“I figured I’d be gone before you got home,” she admitted, gripping the edges of the canvas and holding it between us like a shield.

Funny, she’d never needed protection against me before.

“So, that’s it?” I leaned against the wall and tucked my hands into my pockets. “This is how twenty-two years of friendship and love ends? With you sneaking around so you don’t have to see me?” My lungs kept moving, kept drawing air, each one was more agonizing than the last.

“Roman…” Her face crumpled. “I thought this would make it easier.”

“Easier?” I knocked my head back against the wall,