Page 122 of Buckled in Barbwire
I squint at him. “Probably because you transferred to Edina before ninth grade.”
“Great decision for baseball,” he muses. “Not so great for us.”
“As if you have any regrets.”
He’s quiet for a pregnant pause. “Would you believe me if I said I think about you often?”
Flutters erupt in my stomach, but I can’t allow myself to get swept away in a long-lost fantasy. “Probably not.”
“It’s true, Cassidy…”
“Brooks,” I relent. “Never been married.”
“Me either.” Drake’s voice is smoother than churned butter.
