nna

ut," Beckett dec

n the sofa. The world outside felt hostile,

itamin D," he deadpanned. "Unl

yes, but I sm

, but people still stared. I pushed Beckett's wheelchair, feeling

ett pointed to Va

want your NHL money. I need to run my bakery

d, ignoring me. "It's an heirloom, remember?

h a pinched nose, looked us up and down. She s

he asked, clearly i

ee the manager

" she said

opped. It was that dangerous, ic

om the back. He took one look at Beckett's face

didn't know you were coming!

rivate vault," Beckett

vate room. He returned with a velvet box. Inside

to me as the manager took the simple gold band from my finger.

I breathed, unab

the manager. "Bill the ser

pped a sleek black card on the terminal

, the universe decided

friend, Tiffany, were

small baby bump. Kenan looked tired,

the massive pink

"Spending the last of your endorsement trust fund,

r own modest solitaire. Her face soure

said calmly. "His minor league contract i

p. You're a washed-up crip

at me, his eyes softenin

ve out of the way, boy. You'

Beckett past them. I held my head high, the

started, once we

Beckett

ing," I