Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“Hals, do you want me to fix your pigtails? They’re not even.” Naomi reached for one of the elastics I’d put in.
Hallie pushed her hand away. “No, it’s okay. We’re just going swimming.”
“We have to go,” I said impatiently. “I’ll have them back by five.”
Naomi sighed and kissed them both. “Okay. Be careful in the pool please. And don’t forget sunscreen!”
I took the girls by the hands and walked them back to the car. On the ride home, I let them choose the music, and I think they knew I was bothered by something, because after I pulled into the garage and turned off the engine, Hallie unbuckled her seatbelt and hugged me from behind. “You get a ten this morning, Daddy.”
I patted her skinny forearm. “I do?”
“Yes.”
I looked over my shoulder at Luna. “Well, do you agree?”
“Yes,” she said, grinning at me. “It’s anonymous.”
“She means unanimous,” Hallie explained.
“Thank you.” I opened the car door, feeling a little better. “Who’s ready to go swimming?”
The girls had just gotten into their bathing suits when Chip and Mariah arrived. Since the kids were impatient to get in the water, we went out to the pool and sat in chairs near the edge. I sprayed Hallie and Luna down with sunscreen and made them wait a minute for it to dry, which they counted off standing on the pool’s top step, then jumped in.
While they played in the shallow end, Chip and Mariah talked a little about what I’d missed at the party and how they were anxious to come back and look at some wedding venues.
“I’ve heard Cloverleigh Farms is beautiful,” Mariah said, “but Chip’s cousin Winnie mentioned Abelard Vineyards too.”
At the mention of Winnie’s name, my blood warmed, but I was careful not to visibly react. “I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard it’s nice.”
“We thought about Chicago too, but we’re worried not everyone would be able to make the trip down, especially if we do it in the winter,” Chip said. “Mariah’s family doesn’t live too far from here, so this makes more sense.”
“You’re thinking this winter? Like before spring training?”
“Yeah.” Chip hesitated. “Actually, I’m thinking of retiring after this season.”
For the first time, I looked away from the kids. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “My arm is shot, I’m tired, and I feel like I did what I wanted to do. I’m sort of ready for the next phase of my life. We’d like a family.”
I focused on my girls again. “Will it be hard to walk away?”
“If you’d have asked me that last year, I’d have said yes. But today, I can honestly say no.” He put an arm around Mariah and kissed her head. “There’s more to life than baseball.”
I laughed. “That’s something I never thought I’d hear Chip Carswell say.”
He chuckled too. “Times have changed, haven’t they? But after a while, you start to realize what really matters, and it’s not the money or the fame or the speed of your fastball.”
“I don’t know, those things sound pretty nice to me.”
“They are,” he said, “but I look at you and your girls and think it’s so fucking cool what you have. I’d easily walk away for that.”
“Can we watch our mouths around here, guys?” Mariah whispered, glancing around at all the families at the pool.
“I do love being their dad,” I said. “But I worry that the divorce is gonna mess with them forever. Or that I won’t able to give them everything they deserve. Or that I don’t have enough time with them.”
Mariah leaned over and touched my shoulder. “My dad raised me on his own until I was nine, and I know it’s not easy. He was a cop and worked long hours, and he used to worry about the same things. But the time he did have with me—he made it count. You do too, I can tell.”
“Can you find a job with more traditional hours?” asked Chip. “Would that help?”
“Maybe. But I can’t fucking sit behind a desk. And I like what I do and who I work with. I have decent benefits. I like having three days in a row off.” I shrugged. “I sometimes think about doing something on the side for a little extra, but I’m not sure what.”
“You should talk to Tyler,” Chip said. “He’s got that sports complex and I’m sure he could use you as a trainer. You’d be good at that. You know how many guys would love to be trained by a fucking Navy SEAL?”
“The problem is my schedule. It’s never the same week to week.”
“He’d work with you.” Chip was confident. “You should get in touch.”
“You guys should do something together,” suggested Mariah.
“You’re moving back?” I asked in surprise.
“We’re thinking about it.” He looked at his fiancée. “With her family and mine up here, we don’t really have a reason to stay in Chicago.”