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“That’s because he’ll have another body to yell at.”
Bebe chuckled. “He can be a little...”
“Judgmental? Fire-and-brimstone?”
“Stop,” she whispered, lightly shoving him. “He hears everything. Just this morning—” A blush bloomed on her cheeks.
“Were you being bad in church, Bebe Willabee?” he whispered playfully.
“It’s Gordon now, Jay.”
“How fast we change the subject.” His attempt at teasing fell flat because a shuttered expression came over her face.
“Self-preservation.” She winced and stood. “I think it’s time for me to go.”
“Please stay. I don’t know anyone here, Bebe.” Why did he have to sound like he was begging?
“Puh-lease, Jay.” She rolled her eyes, a hand perched on her hip. “Like anyone new comes to Peachwood Bay.”
He tugged her back down. She huffed but leaned back against the cushion. “My friend Ryan’s coming soon.”
“Who’s that? A teammate?”
“Physical therapist.”
“He’s coming to town? You don’t have to drive to him?”
Jay stifled a chuckle. No reason to tell her he was rich enough to fly a therapist to his hometown. “He used to work with the Desperados before starting his own business. He’s flying down as a favor.”
“Not a free one?”
Jay shook his head. He forgot how quick-witted Bebe could be. “No, not for free.”
“You plan on showing him around?”
“Where? It’s not like we’re jumping with things to do.”
“Of course we are. It’s Christmastime. If he’s here in time for the boat parade, bring him. Or just take him to the beach.”
The beach.It had been his and Bebe’s favorite place to hang out. The hazy cyan hue of the Atlantic had seemed to settle around them, casting them in a bubble of seclusion.
“Jay?”
He blinked, bringing himself to the present. “Yeah, Ryan might want to visit. Just not sure if he’ll want me walking around or out in the water.”
“Water is good therapy.” She squeezed his arm. “I’m going to head on out. See you around?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Bye, Jay.”
He watched her walk away, reminded of another time, another place.
“Jay, we need to talk about college.”
“What about college? You’re going to Georgia Tech, and I’m goingto UT.”
Bebe stared at him, the wind blowing in her rich, brown hair. “How will we see eachother? Do you want to keep in touch via email? Text?”
