Chapter Eighteen––––––––
On the plane, winging back to New York, Trunk wasn’t the only player hung over. The night before was a complete blur, as celebrations of the men without wives had continued until three o’clock in the hotel bar.
Trunk’s teammates hailed him as a hero. He sat back, sipping apple juice and staring out the window. Satisfaction flowed through him, until he thought about Carla. The moment of truth awaited him back in Monroe.
Figuring he was on a lucky streak, he’d decided to come clean with her about his situation and take his chances. Fear spiked as he visualized her shock, disgust, and rejection. At least his house was ready enough for him to move in. The floors were done. He wanted to be there, pass the rest of the winter in peace, with his fireplace blazing and th
