Page 147 of Biggest Player
“I don’t love the fact that you’re using past tense.”
“Good intentions don’t erase the damage that was done.” I feel the need to remind him, anger and sadness bubbling up. “I understand that you’re here trying to make things right, but it’s going to take a lot more thanwords. It’s about actions, about showing that you’re committed to changing.” Surely he knows that.
“I get it,” Dex says earnestly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
“Do you even know what that means?” I shrug, agitated. “Because I do. Relationships are about trust and companionship. They’re not just about saying the right things—they’re about consistently doing the work. Relationships are work, Dex. And small moments, not just the big gestures. They’re not about the media and Super Bowl wins and fans blowing smoke up your butthole.”
I exhale. That was a lot of talkingathim, and I wince when the telltale sign of needing to use the bathroom tingles in my lower half.
Worst.
Timing.
Ever.
I spot a public restroom not too far from where Wyatt is swinging. She’s slowing now, feet dragging in the wood chips beneath her to busy herself.
“Ugh, can you hold that thought? I have to pee.”
Dex grins. “Amazing.”
I tilt my head. What a weird thing to say. “Be right back.”
“Take your time,” he calls after me as I beeline for the park bathroom.
As I quicken my pace, I can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious. My mind is racing through our conversation, replaying his words in my head, a weird mix of relief and anxiety that’s not helping my bladder situation. I’m a nervous pee-er!
The restroom is empty, thank goodness—and I rush in, locking the door behind me.
After taking care of business, I lean my forehead against the cool tile wall in an attempt to steady my breathing. The whole situation is overwhelming. The last thing I need to do is have a breakdown in a public restroom.
I finish up, wash my hands quickly, and take a deep breath before stepping out.
“You can do this.”
Chapter 33
Dex
I move quick when Margot gets up to use the bathroom, motioning for Wyatt to get her rear over here. I have planning and plotting to do, just like Landon told me.
Except, I’m not sure what that plan to win her back is.
I’m hoping Wyatt will tell me.
“Dude, I need your help,” I hiss, not wanting her mom to hear me, knowing I’d be in deep shit if she knew I was dragging her daughter into my drama. I have no idea how much this kid knows about our breakup or fight.
“No kidding,” she says once she’s done stomping over. “You seriously pissed her off.”
Dang, she looks like her mom when she’s irritated.
Ha!
“Hey. Are you allowed to talk like that?” She’s only ten years old. Should she be allowed to use words likepissed?
“We don’t have time for semantics,” she informs me, glancing over her shoulder at the bathrooms where her mom disappeared. “You’re a mess.”
I am?
