Page 95 of Second Chance with the Single Dad Goalie
The rain falls in thick, steady sheets, turning the pavement into a shimmering mirror. Streetlights cast a dim glow over the empty road, the only sound besides the rain being the occasional car passing in the distance.
And right in the middle of it all - him.
Blake stands at the curb, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, head bowed slightly. His shoulders are tense; his entire body looks like it’s carrying the weight of the world.
I tighten my grip on my umbrella and step toward him. “Blake.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even acknowledge me.
I let out an exasperated breath, shifting closer until I’m right in front of him. “Come on, let’s go. You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here like this.”
“Whit,” he mutters, barely glancing at me. “Go inside.”
I frown. “No.”
His head snaps toward me then, his eyes dark and unreadable. “What?”
“I said no!” I cross my arms. “You can sulk inside just as well as you can out here.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I’m not sulking.”
I arch a brow. “You’re standing in the middle of the street in the rain because Olivia dumped you. If that’s not sulking, I don’t know what is.”
“Just leave me alone, Whit.” His voice is hoarse and raw.
I huff. “Seriously, snap out of it. You and I both know that you and Olivia weren’t going to last. She was a snob. I’m pretty sure she thought Shakespeare was a fashion brand.”
Blake lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “She wasn’t that bad.”
I scoff. “Oh please.”
Blake shakes his head, but I don’t miss the way the corner of his mouth twitches - like he almost wants to smile. Almost.
I sigh. “Look, I know it sucks. But it’s not like you lost the love of your life.”
His lips press into a thin line. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.”
I soften slightly. “I know.”
“Oh, my goodness,” I groan, “I need to open yours and Keith’s head to see what goes on in there. I was just dealing with this same heartbreak issue with him last week and guess what; he has met someone new, aka, love of his life, yesterday.”
Blake laughs, shaking his head.
I cross my arms. “Don’t laugh, because it’s not funny.”
“Still…”
"You know, maybe if you and Keith stopped dating these girls who throw themselves at you, you wouldn’t be out here drowning in self-pity every few months."
His lips twitch like he wants to argue, but instead, he just lets out a breath. "We don’t always date girls who throw themselves at us."
I scoff. "Oh, please. You two act like you’re these wannabe playboys when, deep down, you’re both just idiots."
His brows lift, lips quirking in the faintest smirk. “Wannabe?”
I throw my hands up. “I mean, if the shoe fits.”
Blake runs a hand through his soaked hair, muttering under his breath. "Thanks for the pep talk, really feeling the love here."
