Jim let out a long sigh as he watched Trevor and Nina disappear in the Escalade, two white-blond heads tilting toward each other. Happiness bloomed in his heart. This was really happening, though of course he could still screw it up. But now, he had to complete his other mission.
He opened the passenger door and tossed his bag in the backseat of Dwight’s rental car. “Hey, DC.”
Dwight grunted. Barely a smile touched his usually beaming features and he gave the impression of being deep in thought. Unpleasant thoughts. Great. The center fielder was already pissed off about something, and Jim’s news was only going to make it worse.
Unless it didn’t even matter. For instance, if things were completely over between Dwight and Maggie, what difference would it make if Jim had spilled the beans
