chapter 96
Chase,
If I leave him now, he will release you, and we will lose the Series. I can’t do that.
Ty
It said something about my marriage that Tobey hadn’t noticed anything was wrong.
That he hadn’t noticed that it’d been a month since we’d had sex.
Our winning streak had helped, each game, each win, giving another shot of testosterone into his life.
With us successful, trudging our way up the hill toward a ring, I didn’t think he’d notice if I shaved my head.
His focus was one hundred percent on the team.
Maybe it’d always been, being one of the things that made our marriage work.
Both of us, standing on the Yankee sideline, in our pinstripes, breathing blood, sweat, and tears into the organization, everything focused on their success.
Richards swung, and Tobey and I rose as one, watching as the ball shot, low and deadly, toward third base, skimming past the baseman and bouncing on the grass, our runner shooting off the base and pounding toward home.
Tobey’s hand grabbed mine, and both of us tensed until the moment his foot hit the plate.
We screamed, his arms wrapping tightly around me, his kiss pressed into my hair, his voice gruff as he whispered an I love you into my hair.
I loved him too. My best friend. My partner. But whatever embers of love I felt for Tobey was nothing compared to my love for Chase. That was a wildfire, burning hot and mad and out of control, eating everything in sight. It consumed my marriage and left only charred black.
Part of me hated this, hated what I was doing to Tobey, to my marriage. The other part of me just wanted to be free, just wanted to be happy, just wanted to be with the man I loved.