Page 153 of Triple Play
“We did,” Wyatt confirms.
“You—this is—” She’s looking between all three of us now. “You bought a house.”
“Webought a house,” I confirm.
“For what?”
“For us.”
The words hang in the air.
She’s just staring, not speaking, and I’m starting to panic—maybe this was too much, maybe we should have asked first, maybe—
“Grant got traded,” Jordie jumps in. “To Washington. He starts training camp in September.”
Her head snaps to me. “You what?”
“Washington offered me a deal. I took it.”
“You—Washington is an hour away.”
“I’m aware.”
“You took a trade to be closer—”
“To you. Yeah.”
She’s shaking her head. “That’s—you can’t just—your career—”
“My career is fine. Washington’s a good team. A great team, actually. And I—” I step closer. “I did the long-distance thing for eighteen months. I’m done. I want to be able to drive an hour to work and sleep with you every night. I want that more than I want Boston.”
“Grant—”
“Also, funny story,” Jordie interrupts. “I got called up.”
“Called up?”
“To Washington. So Grant and I are teammates now.”
Her mouth opens, closes, then opens again.
“And before you ask,” Wyatt adds, “Philly offered me a three-year deal. I signed last week.”
“Philly’s two hours away.”
“Two hours is nothing.”
She’s looking at all three of us like we’ve lost our minds. “You all—the three of you—just rearranged your entire careers—”
“For you,” I finish. “For us. For this.”
I gesture at the empty house around us.
“Five bedrooms: one for each of us, plus a guest room for when Teddy visits and inevitably punches me again.” That gets a small laugh. Good. “The kitchen’s huge because Jordie insisted. The basement’s set up for a home gym. And upstairs—” I take her hand and pull her toward the stairs. “Come on.”
She follows, with Wyatt and Jordie close behind.
I lead her to the second door on the left and open it.
