His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he took a step back, eyeing me with that jutted jaw of his. “Don’t leave, okay?”

I’d barely nodded by the time he had disappeared.

The sound of cheering from outside a moment later brought me back to reality. Josh was out there. My pride wasn’t worth missing out on Josh playing, that was for sure. Reaching up to touch the brim of the cap that had just been placed on my head, I shoved it down a little further on my head and told myself it didn’t matter what these people I barely knew thought about me.

But I still walked with my head down to the bleachers, and I’m sure my face was pink as I did it. Luckily, the spot by where I’d left the cooler was still open and I took it, my hands going to my knees. The boys’ team was starting on the field and Josh was right behind home base, in position.

I felt overly self-conscious throughout the game, and I cheered a little more quietly than I normally did when someone on the team did well, and I was definitely a lot more restrained than usual when Josh nailed a ball that hit the back fence. He was more subdued too because he didn’t run as fast as he usually did. All in all, the game went well and the Tornado won their pool game—a game that didn’t matter in terms of progressing in the tournament. At the end of it, the team huddled together away from the parents while Dallas talked to the boys about whatever it was they talked about, and soon afterward, most of the players went back to the dugout to collect their things and move out of the way so that the next two teams could come on to the field.

At no point did I look around for Christy.

But Dallas and Josh stayed off to the side, talking. From the looks on both of their faces—so, so serious—it was some deep shit. Some deep shit that involved me.

I could tell from Josh’s initial body language that he was angry, but I could also tell from Dallas’s that the man had the patience of a saint. As the minutes went by with me standing there staring, Josh relaxed a little; his hands dropped from his sides and he seemed more easy, less cagey. At one point, the older man put his hand over his heart and nodded at whatever he was telling his player. And what could have been ten minutes or twenty minutes later, the man held his fist out and Josh bumped it.

I guess that meant we weren’t going anywhere, and that was okay. Who was I to make someone change their dream just because I wasn’t exactly happy? I couldn’t and wouldn’t be that person. This was about Josh, not me.

And at that point, I wasn’t ruling out tripping Christy if the opportunity ever presented itself.

So as they walked toward me from where they’d been far out in the field, I let out a deep breath and purposely ignored the looks I could feel burning through my skin. My nephew came to me first grabbing the water bottle I’d taken out of the cooler while he’d made his way over. And he smiled this tight, one-sided grin.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “You okay?”

The fact this eleven-year-old was asking me that made my heart feel funny. “Yeah.”

Josh twisted his mouth. “Can I keep playing here if I promise never to be friends with Jonathan?”

I steeled myself and smiled. “Whatever you want, J. You can be friends with him if you want. His mom just can’t drop him off at our house, is all. Water might end up in her gas tank and she’ll never leave.”

“You can do that?”

Shit. I waved him off, realizing maybe I shouldn’t teach him things like that. Yet. Maybe if a girl ever broke his heart, I’d help him do that before I ripped all of her hair out. “I don’t know. I’m just making stuff up. But really, you can be friends with Jonathan if you want. I don’t care.”

“I don’t really like him anyway,” he whispered.

I was not going to smirk, and I managed not to. “It’s up to you, but I’d be okay with it.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“I’m positive. I want you to be happy.” I could come, mind my own business, not talk to anyone, and go home. For him, I could.

He gave me that narrow side-eye I knew damn well he’d inherited from me. “I want you to be happy too.”

That had me sighing. “Your happiness makes me happy. I’ll figure it out. Plus, I’m leaving in two weeks, remember? I don’t have to see any of their ugly faces for a while.” I reached up to pull at a strand of hair sticking out from under his cap. “I want you to kick some ass so you can go into the major leagues and then take care of me for the rest of my life. You’re not putting me in an old folks’ home, you know.”

Josh groaned and rolled his eyes. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s the truth. Now go play or whatever it is you do with your friends.”

He puffed his cheeks out and nodded, taking a step back before stopping and shooting me another of those looks that was too old for such a young kid. “You’ll tell me if you’re not happy?”

“You of all people can tell when I’m not happy, J.”

“Yeah,” he answered easily as if there was no other answer he could have possibly given.

I puckered my mouth just a little and earned one of his dimpled smiles. “I’ll be fine. Go get a snack or something and hang out with your friends.”

Pulling out a five from my pocket, I held it out and he grabbed it with a “thank you” before he went off to meet up with the other kids on the team who were in line at the concession stand buying God knows what. With the cooler handle in one hand and my big bag over my shoulder, I rolled over to the middle section of the three neighboring fields, taking an empty picnic table that was about ten feet away from the nearest parents on the team. I’d already looked at the schedule the night before. The next game wasn’t for another hour.