Chapter Eighteen
Sterling perched on the corner of his brand-new office desk and stared out the window to the pasture. “C’mon Jason. I’ve seen you swing a bat. Just come out for the weekend.”
“I don’t want to be put on display. I’m on display enough at the winery.”
“But you love baseball. And you’ll be playing with guys who won the Series.”
The phone went silent. He could just see Jason drumming his fingers against his thigh. When Jason finally spoke, his voice was tight. “What if I fall?”
Sterling shut his eyes. Jason hated talking about his injury. Except for those early days when he’d visited Jason at Walter Reed, his friend had never let on how he felt about losing his leg. That Jason was expressing worry now, spoke volumes.
Sterling’s voice grew thick. “I’ll be there to help you
