Page 115 of Revenge Puck

“Really?” he says in surprise. Then, “He was…he was there when I was there?”

“Yes.”

“What else?”

“He calls me Ellie too, just like out of nowhere.”

“No shit?” he says with a chuckle. Swiping a hand under his nose, he looks at the pavement and says, “I bet Maya’s a really good mother.”

“She is. The best,” I tell him.

“And does Maya…is she married? Seeing anyone? She’s not on social media so…” he trails off after admitting to trying to stalk her.

“No. She’s not married or seeing anyone.” His hunched shoulders lower a few inches. Since he looks like a man who needs some good news, I add, “In fact, Maya doesn’t date anyone, like ever. I don’t think she’s been with anyone since you.”

He snorts and says, “That’s impossible. She’s gorgeous.”

“She’s a single mother. Her entire world revolves around Finley.”

Christian nods, but turns his back to me again to dry off his face.

“I know this is a lot to absorb right now, especially with the pressure of finishing the championships. You don’t have to become a father overnight, Christian. Meet your son. Just focus on being his friend to give Finley and yourself time to get used to the idea of you being a permanent part of his life.”

“Always or never a father. That’s what Preston said I have to decide.”

“We both know which one you’ll choose.”

“I never thought…I had no idea she had him. I was sure she would end it.”

“Why did you think that?” I ask him.

“Because Maya was so young and scared. She actually broke up with me, you know, before she found out. Preston thinks I ended it, but it was all Maya.”

“Why did she end things?”

“Well, we only sort of slept together once, and it was…bad. I was bad at it. It happened so fast and I knew it was her first time. Then I just panicked and left her.”

It’s hard to imagine Christian Riley being bad in bed, which means he was probably overthinking everything because he knew Maya was different from all the other girls.

“You can’t panic and leave this time,” I warn him. “No matter what.”

“I know. I won’t.”

“Good,” I say, and I believe him.

“I’m just…I’m so nervous about meeting him, my son. His name is Finley, right?”

“Right. He’s adorable, so smart for his age, and kindhearted.”

“Would you…I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but could you maybe come with me? To meet Finley and see the game? I’ll get you tickets. Audrey too, if she wants.”

“I don’t know, Christian.”

“Please, Ellie. I don’t have anyone else, and you’re the only one who knows the truth.”

I nod, caving, even though it feels like this favor will make everything more complicated.

Preston

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