‘I’d like to try out for the team.’ ‘Sure, check with the office to make sure I’m not gonna have any trouble from the academics board.’ �...Already have Coach.’ ‘You are getting in under the wire. First practice is tomorrow at four, come in at three and draw your equipment.’ ‘Fair enough coach,’ I replied as I turned for the door. ‘Sorry about your dad son.’ It was a whisper. It must have choked the bastard to say a kind word. ‘Thanks,’ I replied not even looking back. My eighteenth birthday was. And, if Alex was suspecting Aron of cheating, he surely didn’t think he was married to the most awesome guy in the universe.“If you don’t remember, that’s probably for the best,” Aron sighed. “Let’s just bury the hatchet.”Carter shrugged.“If you say so.”He was fine with everything either way, as long as Aron was okay with it, too. And he was pretty damn sure that Alex was an asshole to think his husband was a cheater.They had spent the rest of the day watching TV and chillaxing. It was a tad. More

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