Page 48 of The Pact
“No, it doesn’t. I sound like I always do.”
“You sound like you’re trying to sound normal, but I know you.” She tilts her head, smiling.
“Savannah.” I drag a hand down my face.
“What? All I asked was how she was doing.”
“With intent.” I smirk.
“I’m your sister. Anything to do with you has intent. I need to keep my eye on you.”
“Technically, it’s my job to keep an eye on you.” I cover her hand with mine.
“And you do an amazing job of it. We’re a good time, you and me.” She curls her fingers around mine.
“We are, aren’t we? I just wish you guys lived closer to me.”
“I know, me too. But you won’t play forever, so maybe when you retire we can talk about it some more.” She turns her head to look out the window.
“God, it’s hard to even imagine retiring. I still feel like I have a lot of game left.” I follow her gaze, watching my nephew and niece run circles around their dad.
“Wyatt,” she says softly, “do you still love Presley?”
My head snaps to hers. “What?”
“I think you love her,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Of course I do. She’s been in my life for a long time.” I shrug.
“That’s not the same thing. But I’ll let it go. I just want to see you happy. I know you want a family someday.” She puts an arm around my shoulder.
I don’t know what to say, so I just nod.
We both look out the window and see Remy chasing Chris across the yard, while Rhyan stands on an old tree stump with her arms raised, like she’s conquered a mountain.
“They adore you,” she says quietly.
“And I adore them.”
“I know you do.” She pauses. “Which reminds me … I need to ask you something.”
I look back at her. “Okay, shoot.”
She rubs her thumb along the side of her mug, not looking at me, which puts me on alert.
“Chris and I are talking about taking a trip in late January,” she says. “Just the two of us for five days, maybe six depending on where we decide to go.”
“That’s good. I’m sure you guys need some alone time.”
“Yes, it would be our first real vacation alone since Remy was born.”
“So what does this have to do with me? What did you want to ask?” I turn my body and lean against the counter while taking a sip of my coffee.
She lifts her cup too, and looks at me over the top. “I’m hoping you can watch the kids for us.”
My chest tightens. Not because I don’t want to. I absolutely do. Five or six days with them … we’d have a blast.
But January would be tough for me. The playoffs are in January, and as it stands now, we have a good chance of making it. As long as everyone stays healthy and we don’t break down, we’ll be in.
