“That’s great, James,” Becky replied as Shane took the nachos and a bottle of water from her. “And very generous of him.”
As the game got back underway and they shared the nachos, Shane considered the wisdom of confiding in Becky’s nine-year-old brother. In all fairness, the boy was a great listener, and kids his age had a straightforward way of looking at problems that adult brains tended to complicate.
Despite the excitement of the close game, Shane couldn’t seem to pay attention to it; his mind was preoccupied with too many questions and too many perturbing memories. What he’d told James about letting the traumas of Mike’s and Carol’s deaths become more important than his relationship with Becky was true. Had he and Becky been doomed to fail before he’d even asked her out?
He thought
