Damian nodded. "What about the endorsements I already do?"
"I'll take care of everything. Don't you worry, okay?'
"Yeah. Thanks." He glanced up. "What the hell am I going to do now?"
Yank gestured around the room. "Come join me for a daily card game?"
"No thanks," Damian said wryly.
"You do realize we're alike, you and I."
Damian cocked his head to one side. "Other than a bum body that doesn't want to do what we tell it to do, how so?"
"Have you spoken to Micki lately?"
Damian's nerve endings went on instant alert "She's not taking my calls at the moment. Since issuing that press release, she's declared our business relationship over and reassigned me. Apparently Annabelle's working part-time now and technically she's more familiar with the workings of the Renegades," he said, quoting Micki's secretary who'd been quoting her boss.
She'd handed him over to her sister like yesterday's news and if he thought ending his active career was painful, Micki's withdrawal hurt just as badly.
Yank glanced at him, tapping a finger against his bearded cheek. "My Micki did that?"
"She did,"
"What'd you do?" Yank asked, suddenly angry and defensive.
Damian held up both hands. "I didn't do a damn thing. She just suddenly decided to treat me like dirt."
"Same thing Lola did to me. I told you we were alike."
His head hurt trying to keep up with Yank's way of thinking. "I'm lost."
"Okay let me spell it out for you. I lost Lola because first I was scared and then I was a jackass and now it's too late. Are you gonna risk losing the woman you love the same way I did?" Yank asked.
Love, Damian thought, dazed. "Is that what this is all about?" he asked, but even as he wondered aloud, he knew.
He loved Micki.
Even Carter had tried to tell him.
Suddenly all the recent disappointment and confusion made sense. The parties and women that had once defined his life no longer held appeal and when Micki had suggested he return to his old ways, he'd been repelled by the notion. Because he'd rather be with her.
"Looks to me like you didn't recognize a good thing when it was starin' you in the face " Yank said.
"Just like you."
Yank nodded. "So are you gonna wait till you can no longer see her looking back at you?"
Damian shivered at Yank's words. The thought of a life without Micki in it at all wasn't one he wanted to contemplate. Bad enough he was losing baseball. He refused to lose her, too.
He glanced at the older man he'd always admired. “Tell you what. I'll go after Micki if you swallow your damn pride and tell Lola what she wants to hear. It's not like you don't have the feelings for her, so get over yourself and let her know," Damian taunted. He had no choice but to push and prod his agent or else they could both lose.
"You're telling me my niece's happiness depends on whether I'm finally willing to pony up with Lola?"
Damian folded his arms across his chest. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
Not that he intended to stay away from Micki if Yank got stubborn, but it was a good threat and a decent negotiating point. The older man deserved his own share of happiness even if he was, as his nieces believed, too pigheaded to admit it.
Yank blew out a frustrated puff of air. "I've been alone a long time."