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My nose scrunches up in displeasure. Yeah, that would go over real well.
I keep thinking we might not be moving and then it wouldn’t be an issue, so why should I bring it up for just a chance it will happen? But every day, the chance of moving becomes more likely.
He should know, but I’m petrified to confess.
“Layla,” Levi calls making me jump.
My hand falls to my chest, attempting to calm my racing heartbeat. “You scared the hell out of me.”
He drapes his arm over my shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “If that’s the case, then we need to have a serious talk. Someone could’ve easily snuck up on you.”
“Someone did. You.”
“I’m serious, Layla. I was coming straight at you and you didn’t even see me. You have to be more aware of your surroundings. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He squeezes me closer as if protecting me.
“I’m fine, Levi, but I’ll be more careful,” I add, attempting to placate him.
He gives me a look as if he knows exactly what I’m doing. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”
“So, are we going somewhere?” Iquestion.
“We can, but I just couldn’t sit still. I wanted to go for a walk, so I thought I’d meet you.”
“Everything okay?”
Heaving a sigh, he runs his free hand through his hair and drops it to his side. “Yeah, it’s fine. I don’t know. I’m sorry I cancelled last night. My manager called and it completely threw me off.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing. He just asked about my arm.”
I gasp, panic slamming into me. “Oh, my god. Is he not getting my reports?”
“Easy. It’s okay. He’s getting your reports.”
I’m puzzled for barely a moment and then it hits me. “You think they might trade you.”
“Yeah, or something like that anyway, and I hate the unknown.”
“Yet, you play baseball for a living.”
He smirks, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “It’s fine. I only have two years left on my contract, so whatever happens it will be all right.”
My stomach drops. What if he ends up on the other side of the country? It feels like the universe is working against us. I don’t want to add to his stress by telling him I might be leaving too. “Do you mind if we just go back to your place and watch a movie or something?”
“Sure. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” I claim. Pushing up on my tiptoes, I loop my hand around the back of his neck and tug him close, kissing him.
He stares intently into my eyes and finally agrees. “Okay, let’s go.”
Chapter 33
Levi
“All your reports from your doctors look good, Levi,” Joey informs me of what I already know on a conference call with him and my coach, but that’s not what I need to hear from him. “Don’t fuck it up.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, monotone. What a fucking asshole.
