Page 106 of The Fine Line

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The elevator doors close behind us—separating us from Ronan, from the rest of the world, and from any reason to be together any longer. Our feet slow to a stop.

“Well,” I clear my throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I start to turn, but Rhett’s voice stops me.

“I saw your interview,” he says.

I face him again. “With Teddy and Shaunna?”

He nods. “In the locker room.”

“They were nice,” I say.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “They’re great.”

“They care about you,” I press. “A lot.”

“Mmm.”

“They called you the second son they should have had.”

That makes him look at me.

“What did they mean by that?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Why didn’t you ask them during your interview?”

“Because they think I’m your wife who already knows everything about you.”

His gaze darts away. “You know what you need to know.”

“Do I?” I step closer.

“Yes.”

“What about what I want to know?”

“Look, I’m beat,” he says. “Can we talk tomorrow?”

“Why weren’t your parents at the game tonight, Rhett?”

“I don’t know,” he mutters, jaw ticking. “They’re out of town.”

“Which is it?”

“Which is what?”

“You don’t know?” I ask. “Or they were out of town?”

He exhales hard through his nose, eyes narrowing slightly. “What difference does it make?”

“It makes a difference to me,” I say softly.

He shakes his head, already turning. “Goodnight, C?—”

“Don’t you want to know what your dad said on the phone?”

That stops him. He freezes.

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