I hold up a hand. “Stop. I’m the last person you need to explain anything to, Caleb. I was part of it—I understand.”
“Thank you. I felt like an ass for a moment there.”
“Just a moment?”
“I wasn’t that awful, was I?”
“Toward the end?” I shrug. “A little, but that’s my fault too.”
“You were perfect, D.”
“Oh stop it. I was not, but let’s not rehash all that. How’s baseball going?”
The smile he gives me is different, like he feels free to be focused on his game. I think part of what held us back was that Caleb wanted baseball more than he wanted me.
I’m relieved he can have that now.
“It’s great. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time my game was this sharp. We only need to win two more games and we’re in the playoffs.”
“Excellent!” I hold my hand out for a fist bump and he complies, making explosion noises at the end. Yeah, that secret handshake there should have been a sure sign we’d have been better off staying friends.
“How are things with you?”
“Good…I think.”
“Yeah? And how’s that guy you’re seeing?”
“What?” I sputter, nearly spitting my drink out. I wipe away the tiny bit that managed to dribble down my chin. “What guy?”
“The one who had you all smiley a couple weeks ago. Is he not in the picture anymore?”
“Oh!” I smack my forehead. “Duh. I forgot all about that. He’s in the picture…sort of, but he’s not ‘my guy’ or anything. We’re not dating.”
“So, you’re…”
“Texting,” I provide.
“Just texting? Wait—have you ever met this guy?”
“No.”
His dark brows inch down, a crease forming between them. “How did you two start this…texting relationship?”
“He had the wrong number. I assumed it was Liam—you know, because he’s always losing his phone and having to change his number.” I wave my hand. “Anyway, we kept texting after that.”
“Like…naughty stuff?”
“Only you would be so brazen as to ask your ex-girlfriend that kind of question.”
Caleb smirks, and it almost makes me miss him. “I always was forward.”
“You were a perfect gentleman with me.”
“You were different.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, no, notnaughtystuff. Normal things, like what we’re currently doing, or he helps decide what I’m going to eat, or—”
“You always were terrible at that,” he interrupts.
