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fingers through her hair and breathlessly says, “God, Logan.” That’s my undoing. Suddenly, I’m coming apart, days’ worth of not taking her morning, noon, and night leaking out of me, covering the very expensive gym shorts I’m required to wear.
    It was so fucking worth it.
    Maxx stops moving and grins widely. “I know that look…”
    “You should.” I lean back too exhausted to get up and clean the mess I made. When she smiles again I say, “Come pick me up.” Maxx bounces over to the phone and lifts it, before snuggling under the blankets, her head falling back on the pillow looking like something that should be framed or painted.
    Why does my chest ache? Is that heartburn?
    “I miss you.” A soft sigh escapes her. “So much.”
    “I miss you too, Maximus.” She smiles softly and just silently stares at me like she’s soaking in everything about me. There’s a look in her eyes that I know just as well as she knows my orgasm look.
    I don’t wanna push it. I don’t wanna have that talk. Not tonight. Tonight, I just wanna see her smile. Is that too much to ask? Just to see my girl smile?
    Clearing my throat I ask, “Hey, how’s work?”
    “Not too bad. Tony got us some fancy country club brunch. Kinda last minute, but big payout so that’s a perk.”
    Doing my best not to be annoyed by her mentioning his name, I question, “Speaking of Tony, how is he?”
    I know. I know. I remember what he did for us, but still. Just…give me some room, huh? Maxx is worried I’m sleeping with the cast of Baywatch, and I’m worried they are gonna have a Dawson’s Creek moment. And before you start questioning my reference, let’s just say when no one else is home, the movie channels suck, and Luke is in control of Netflix, shit happens.
    “He’s good. Just started seeing some girl named Bridgette. Only a couple dates in, but he seems to like her. But then again, he always seems to like them in the beginning. I don’t know.”
    Changing the subject from his love life, but still on the topic of him, I say, “The Kid said running those drills with him worked. That he made the team. JV.”
    “Yeah! He was excited until he went to his first practice at 6:00 in the morning. Getting him out of bed is almost harder than getting you out of it.”
    I smile and shrug. “He’s a chip off the old block.”
    In an exiguous voice, she says, “He misses you too.”
    “I know.” A wistful filled clump of guilt rises in my throat. “He calls me when he gets in from school.”
    “Every day?”
    “Yeah…”
    It’s kind of weird that I was expecting to be more like a big brother and have turned definitely more into a…well not quite a…more of a parental person. Don’t start with me. You know what I’m trying to say.
    “And Luke. He misses you too.”
    “I usually talk to him on one of his breaks. Normally his 15 minute ones.”
    “And Erin…I mean she’d never say it, but, ya know.”
    “Yeah. She and C.J. both have a habit of texting me around midnight complaining about each other.”
    “So it’s just me who misses the chance to talk to you?”
    Seeing the hurt in her eyes causes me to look away.
    It’s not my fault. Well, I mean it is my fault. I should’ve never fucking gone pro. I should’ve stayed where I was. I had the fucking world. The entire fucking world in my bed next to me every night. Why didn’t you stop me?
    When I look back I wet my lips. “Maxx—”
    “No. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
    “Maxx—”
    “It’s just…shitty timing.”
    Growing more frustrated by each breath, I try again, “Maxx—”
    “Speaking of, I have to get some rest. Early day tomorrow.”
    “Right…” My voice trails off, self-loathing and aggravation dripping from it.
    “Before I go, is everything okay with you?” Her voice sounds shaky, like tears could appear before she has a chance to hang up.
    “Yeah. Other than not having time to be with you, it’s smooth sailing.”
    Don’t