“One of the reasons I’m meeting him. I’m part of the box-loading muscle team. I’d say that I’d sneak over to your place, but I have a feeling we’ll be back at it pretty early tomorrow morning.”
I leaned over and rested my head on Tackle’s shoulder. “I’m not ready to tell him.”
He kissed my forehead. “I’m not either.”
That surprised me. “Why not?”
“He and Tara haven’t been back together very long. I’d rather let him have time to think about her and only her.”
“You’re a good friend to him.”
“I’d be willing to bet that’s your reason too.”
I smiled. “It is.”
He went in to get another bowl of pasta and came back with one for me too.
“You’re a good guy, Tackle.”
“I’m trying, Sloane. I don’t think I’ve ever tried so hard in my life.”
The next morning, I was headed to my parents’ house to go shopping for baby stuff with my mom when I got a call from Tackle.
“Miss me already?”
“Always, but, um, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
“Okay.”
“Your brother just left. Can you swing by here?”
“Sure. I’m just on my way to my parents’.”
“I know, peanut.”
“Knox is calling me.”
“See you in a minute.”
I pressed accept on the touchscreen. “Hey, Knox.”
“I just passed you. Did you need something?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you headed to my place?”
“Oh! Uh, no. Just meeting a friend for lunch.”
“Okay, well, see you next week.”
“Yep.”
“God, I missed you last night,” Tackle said when he opened my car door and offered his hand.
I climbed out and kissed him. “What did you need to talk to me about?”
“Let’s go inside.”