asking. Appreciate your interest in the team.”
She turns to me. “Did you win at softball?”
“I did. Hit a homer.”
“That’s great. Also, we need to talk about school in the fall. There are some forms we need to sign.”
We speak briefly, then I say goodbye to Amelia, and Fitz and I take off, heading down Central Park West.
Fitz laughs once we’re out of earshot. “Man. She takes the cake. You have no idea how hard that was for me not to say, You have some fucking nerve, woman.”
“I’m proud of you for being as civil as you could.”
“I’m proud of you for treating her the way you do. But it is my sacred duty as your friend to despise your ex. And I will—bro code.”
We knock fists. “Bro code.”
“Seriously, you have done an excellent job at being a divorcé.”
“Thanks. It’s all I’ve ever aspired to be.”
His expression turns more serious than I usually see from him as he clasps my shoulder. “I mean it. I am proud of you. Last year, when Oliver and Summer were pretending to be engaged, you still seemed angry with Stacey and what went down. Understandable.”
I nod, echoing, “Understandable.”
He squeezes my shoulder briefly. “But you let go of your anger, and it’s good to see. You’re way more chill. That’s excellent. And that’s why I’m sad for you that the lady-friend sitch is up in the air. I was thinking she’d be everything you needed to loosen up and be happy again.”
“Because sex makes one happy?”
He blinks, like I’ve said something insane. “Well, obviously. It makes me almost as happy as winning a game.”
“Almost as happy as winning? Does that mean winning is better than sex? So, if you had to give up sex or hockey for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
He shoots me a searing look. “Are you the meanest person ever? Stop. Just stop. Never say such horrible things.”
“Well, what would it be? Hockey or sex?”
“I refuse to live in your world where I must choose between the two greatest things ever invented.”
I crack up. “Because you live in your world where you have both.”
He smirks devilishly. “All the time, motherfucker. All the time.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m not jealous. Not at all.”
“You should join my team. The sex is much more plentiful on my side,” he says with a waggle of his brows.
“No doubt. But I think I’ll stick to the ladies. I just dig the whole female form.”
He nods sagely. “I get it. You like what you like.”
“Love is love,” I say.
“Preach, brother.” He punches my arm. “Besides, you’ve mastered being a camel. Why change things?”
“Oh, but you’re wrong, Mr. King of Hookups. I am not a camel. I visited a wonderful oasis a couple of weeks ago.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
I flip him the bird. “Thanks for reminding me, asshole.”
“Like you need a reminder,” he says with a laugh. Then the humor fades. “But tell me—how the hell has it been the last two weeks at work? Is it like being served a delicious drink you can’t have?”
I mime stabbing myself in the heart with a knife. “Like that. That’s how it is.” Then I exhale and give him the details. “I want to see if Bryn and I can figure this out. If she’d be game for dating. Bryn is the first person I’ve really connected with in ages, and that made the whole night with her better.”
“As in, better-than-winning-the-softball-game better?”
There is no question about it. “It was better than winning.” I leave it at that. Anything more is too personal. Too disrespectful of Bryn.
Besides, I don’t need to dive into the nitty-gritty with my friends.
Sex with Stacey was ordinary. It was missionary and lights off. It was every other weekend. When I tried to spice it up, bring in new positions, toys, dirty talk, maybe even—gasp—leave the lights on, Stacey would say, “Amelia might hear . . . Amelia is next door . . . Amelia might wake up.”
I didn’t bother pointing out that sex was the reason Amelia existed. That maybe it’d have been a good thing for our marriage if we kept having it. I didn’t point it out, because we’d grown apart not only in the bedroom, but in life.
I’d love to know what it’s like to be in a relationship with someone who wants the same kind of connection in and out of the bedroom.
I have no clue how it feels when sex and honesty reside in one person.
When