Page 82 of Hiding Hollywood

Nash Holloway honkedthe horn of his truck a second time. They had a three-hour ride up to Atlanta to watch the Braves play. It was a long drive, but worth it once a year. Even when he lived in Jacksonville, he made a point to come back and go to the game. In the past, he would go to the game with his dad. Since he was nine, they’d drive up to Atlanta early in the morning, go to the Varsity for lunch, and then go to the stadium and cheer on his favorite team.

Cameron had offered to go with him the first year after his dad died.

At least Lacy, Cameron’s dog, acknowledged his arrival. The truck horn sent her into a frenzy of barks as she ran laps around his truck. They had time before the baseball game started, so he settled back to wait.

Even though Cameron and Addie weren’t married, not even engaged yet, moving in together officially started the “honeymoon phase” of their relationship. He knew what that entailed. He’d been there once.

Married. Even the word made his stomach drop. All around, it’d sucked. After the first, happy year of marriage until the last parting shot, he and his ex-wife fought. Yelled. Slept in separate beds. But he’d been determined to stick it out.

She’d been the one to finally pull the plug.

The door opened. Lacy bounded inside. A moment later, Addie emerged, smiling and giving him a quick wave.

Cameron locked his door and turned. When he met Nash’s eyes, Nash shook his head.

Cameron grinned.

Nash had never seen Cameron happier. That was a man meant for marriage, and he’d found a gem with Addie. Anyone that could put up with Cameron’s moody ass and put a smile like that on his face was a rarity.

He was happy for his good friend. He sure as hell hoped their relationship had the strength to go all the way.