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at her, reminding her that someday in the not so far future, he was going to be charming girls with little to no effort. “I know how you love pancakes,” he said, making her laugh.

She should have said no, but just as it was with Wade, it was also happening with Tag-she was losing her famed self-control. “If we hurry.”

Chapter 25

No matter how good you are, you’re going to lose one-third of your games. No matter how bad you are you’re going to win one-third of your games. It’s the other third that makes the difference.

– Tommy Lasorda

Wade pulled on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt, and tried his usual morning run. He got a quarter of the way through his five-mile route before caving in to the rib pain, which sucked. He sank to the curb and called Pace. “Come get me.”

“Can’t. I’m in the middle of an ET shoot, and I’m looking damn fine, too, I should add.”

Wade disconnected and called Sam. “Come get me?”

There was a beat of disbelieving silence. “I can’t drop everything and have sex with you!” she whispered, clearly trying to sound appalled, but really sounding very interested instead. “I’m inspecting the hotel’s ballroom for the auction.” She paused. “How about later?”

He had to laugh, and didn’t bother to explain. Hell, no. Not if she was going to give him a booty call out of the deal. “Later.” He limped home and found his father passed out cold on the damn couch. “Ah, just like old times.”

“Except I’m not hungover.” John sat up, and Wade had to admit, he wasn’t drunk. He was bright-eyed and strung out, but not drunk.

And he was trembling ever so slightly. His entire body was in alcohol withdrawal. “You okay?”

“No, but I’ll get there. Let’s do something father/son-like. Bowling. Surfing. Anything.”

Wade raised a brow.

“I’m serious.”

“How about we just try to coexist.”

“I need more.” John paced. “I really need more to pull this whole quitting thing off.” He looked down at his hands, which even when he fisted shook badly. “Need to,” he repeated.

“You need a drink,” Wade said flatly.

“More than I need air.”

Wade let out a breath. “Go to rehab, dad. I’ll take you. I’ll pay.”

“Don’t you get it? I need more than your money, Wade.”

Christ, and now Wade could hear Pace’s voice in his head saying, Writing a check won’t solve everything. “Look, you said you were tired of the trailer park and needed a house, so I bought you one. You got tired of the house and decided you needed freedom, so you sold it and lived on a campground with five other homeless guys until you got kicked out of there for disorderly conduct. Then you said you needed to be with others like you, so I found you a nice senior center-”

“They weren’t like me, they were old.”

“The median age was five years younger than you.”

“I got bored.”

“Ah. And now we get to it. You got bored and thought you’d try me on for a change.”

“You say that like you were my last choice.”

Wade let out a laugh. “Dad, I’ve always been your last choice.”

John was quiet a long moment, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with regret. “I’m sorry for that, you know. I’m sorry for a lot of things. I’ve screwed up, but it was the alcohol, Wade. I’ve been lost in the alcohol.”

“There are always choices. You made yours.”

“Yes, and I’m making another one now.” John’s voice dropped to a near whisper, as if he were almost afraid to hear Wade’s reaction. “I choose you.”

Wade leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. “Because you got sick, and scared.”

“Better late than never, right? And don’t you ever get scared? Scared of ending up alone like me?”

“Alone, maybe. Like you? No. I don’t drink like you.”

“But you push people away like me. Listen to me, Wade. My time is limited, and I’m not getting any younger. I don’t want you to feel bad if something happens to me and we haven’t made peace.”

Wade opened his eyes, his gut clenching. “Did you learn something new from the doctor?”

“No.”

The clenching eased slightly.

“People make mistakes,” John said softly.

“Yeah.” Wade ran his hand over his aching ribs. “Like miscalculating the distance between the plate and a fucking fence.”

“You doing okay?”

Wade just looked at him.

“I know. I have no right to ask.”

“Have you ever even seen a game, Dad?”

John was quiet for so long that Wade turned away, frustrated and disgusted at the both of them.

“What if I said I’ve seen every game,” John finally said. “Including yesterday’s?”

Wade turned back. “I’d say you’re so full of shit your eyes are brown.”

“Okay, I’ve wantedto see your games, but you never invited me.”

Jesus.

“I’ve screwed up, okay? I am readily admitting that. But I want to fix it, I want to change.”

“Then change.”

“I’m working on it. Jesus, Wade, you don’t give an inch, do you? It would help if I knew exactly what you’re so mad at.”

Wade just rolled his eyes.

“Hell, son, I’ve been drunk for thirty years. Help a guy out, throw me a bone.”

“Okay. Let’s start with kindergarten, which is the year I understood that no one else’s dad passed out in their front yard every night, too drunk to get inside.”

John winced. “Okay, my bad on that one.”

“When I turned seven and reminded you it was my birthday, you gave me a flask of whiskey and then stole it back from me in the middle of the night. The next morning you told me the Easter Bunny did it.”

“Christ.” John closed his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. And then there’s how you got fired from every single job you ever even halfway held, including the school’s janitor position, because you whipped out your dick to urinate in the principal’s trash can while his secretary was in the room. That was a fun one to live down, by the way, so thanks for that.”

John grimaced and scrubbed a hand down his face. “That one I remember. She called me a loser.”

“You were a loser!”

There was a profound, sudden, thundering silence, and then John sank to the couch, looking sucker-punched. Wade felt like he’d just kicked a puppy, but even sick with it, he couldn’t find it in himself to apologize.

“I kept you fed and clothed, you could give me that much,” John whispered.

“I kept myself fed from working at McDonald’s. And I kept you fed, too. I brought home food that I stole from work.”

John swore beneath his breath and sighed, leaning his head back on the couch, eyes closed. “It’s no excuse, but can’t you see I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself? It was wrong of me, and I can’t go back and change it,