“Have you seen Haven?”
“I saw her last time I stopped in to see Bill.”
“How’s she handling all this?”
“It’s her dad, you know? But she’s tough, and she’s trying to hold it together for Bill. But I can tell this is tearing her up. Not that she’ll talk to me about it.”
Drew shook his head. Bill and Ginger Briscoe had been their dorm parents in college. Bill had been their rock, their shoulder to lean on, and the one person Drew had relied on to get him through the rough patches. To see him slowly fading away was so hard. He took a deep breath. “I hate losing him.”
“Me, too. But there’s nothing more any of us can do for him. This liver cancer is going to take him from us, and we can’t stop it.”
They both went silent for a few minutes, no doubt Trevor as lost in thought about Bill as Drew was.
“So tell me about you,” Trevor said, obviously looking for a change of subject. “What have you been up to, other than scoring your ass off? I’ve caught a few of your games on TV. Impressive.”
“Yeah, the home games. We’re shit on the road so far this season.”
“That happens sometimes. Road games are tough. It’s still early in the season, though, so don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re working the kinks out. You pulled in some new players, and it takes awhile for the new guys to mesh in with the seasoned ones.”
“You should be a coach.”
“I’m better as a player. All these impressive skills of mine, you know.”
Drew rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. Plus, all the women you attract.” Drew got his fair share of women’s attention, but even here at the restaurant, Trevor was recognized. Not just by the women, either. Any guy who played dual sports, especially if he did it well, became an instant celebrity.
Throughout their meal they were watched. Drew was used to it, mainly in New York where he was recognized. But tonight, there were even more people taking pictures with their camera phones. He knew it was because Trevor was there with him.
“So, any special woman—or maybe women—in your life?” Trevor asked.
Sufficiently full after downing his steak, Drew pushed his plate to the side and took a couple of swallows from his glass of water. “I’ve been seeing Carolina Preston.”
Trevor’s eyes widened. “Gray’s little sister? No shit. When did that happen?”
“A few months ago. She’s launching her own fashion line and wants me to model for it.”
Trevor snorted. “You’re going to model clothes? I can’t see that.”
“Hey, I can walk in a straight line. And it’s just once. I’m doing it as a favor.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Gray’s doing it, too.”
Trevor laughed. “I’m going to have to come and watch the two of you. Maybe heckle from the audience.”
“Yeah, Carolina would just love that.”
“So . . . you and Carolina. Is it serious?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never gotten serious with anyone before. She’s pretty focused on launching this line of clothes. And I’ve got the season to concentrate on.”
“Which means it’s just sex for both of you. Right?”
Drew disagreed, but he wasn’t about to dissect his relationship with Trevor, who didn’t really know Carolina all that well.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How does Gray feel about that? Or does he even know you two are seeing each other?”
“Oh, he knows. I spent Christmas at the Preston Ranch with the family.”
“Bet that was fun. You two sneaking around trying to cop a feel of each other. Oh, and her dad’s the vice president now, so you had to avoid the Secret Service, too. That must have been a fucking nightmare.”
“The Secret Service followed her dad. They mostly stayed out of our business.”
Trevor took a drink of his beer and studied him. “So what aren’t you telling me? Something happened while you were there, didn’t it?”
“Gray walked into my room one morning, and Carolina was in my bed.”
Trevor grinned. “Bet that was awkward.”
“Understatement.”
“And he didn’t know about you and Carolina before that, did he?”
“No.”
“He must have been pissed to find out that way.”
“Just a little. But I talked to him. I mean she’s not a kid anymore. She can make her own choices about who she sees.”
“Yeah, but he knows your rep with women. You have one walking in the door while another is walking out.”
“That sounds a lot more like your rep.”
Trevor leaned back and signaled the waitress for another beer. “Okay, maybe. But it’s not like you’ve been known for long-term relationships with women. Or any relationships for that matter.”
“You’re right. But this is Carolina, and she’s different.” She’d always been different. Not that he could explain that to Trevor. Or to Gray.
“So she does mean something to you beyond just the sex.”
“Yeah, I guess she does.”
“Does she feel the same way?”
“I don’t know.”
The waitress brought another round of beers. Trevor took a couple swallows, his gaze intent on Drew.
“What?” Drew shot Trevor a look.
“Why don’t you just ask her?”
“Ask her what?”
“How she feels? Or tell her how you feel about her?”
Drew shook his head. “It’s not the right time. For either of us. There’s too much going on right now to talk serious shit.”
Trevor laughed. “I’ve never known you to be a coward, Drew. But it sounds to me like you might be afraid to take that step with her. Or maybe you’re afraid of what she’ll say.”
“Oh, this coming from a guy who has never had a serious relationship in his life?”
“You have a point. But I know you. You’re a good friend and always have been. I want you to be happy. Does Carolina make you happy?”
He thought about it, and realized that over the past few months, he’d never been happier. He loved spending time with Carolina. She made him laugh, she challenged him, and of course, the sex was off the charts. They had similar goals—their careers were their number one priorities right now. But there were a lot of other things they still needed to talk about, which had nothing to do with happiness.
“Yeah, she does.”
“Then follow through. Talk to her about how you feel and see what happens.”
“Maybe. When the time is right, I’ll do that.”
“That’s the right move. You shouldn’t let a good woman slip through your fingers.”
“Sounds to me like you might be ready to take that step with someone.”
Trevor let out a laugh. “Yeah, right. When? Like you said, I’m too busy, and having the time of my life right now. Long-term relationships just don’t fit into my career plan right now.”
“You never know, Trev. The right woman might just blindside you when you least expect it.”
TWENTY-THREE
FASHION WEEK WAS BARRELING DOWN ON CAROLINA like a meteor hurtling through the atmosphere.
She barely had time to breathe. Her to-do list was a nightmare and every day she felt like pulling her hair out, because either beading had to be replaced on her signature dress or one of the suits wasn’t fitting the model just right and had to be altered—again. She was sure a certain model was changing his physique in some way, because it fit him just damn perfectly a week ago and if she found out he was using performance enhancing drugs or pumping too much iron or something that was making her have to refit this coat one more damn time she was going to explode.
Or maybe replace the model, though she was out of time, and most definitely out of patience.
She sat in her office going through the lineup of the walk-through, numbering and renumbering everyone on her lineup card, when there was a knock on her door.