Days of You and Me (25 page)

“Knock it off.” I pushed his hand away. “Asshole.”

“Awwww, don’t be like that, cubby. Remember what Dad always said. How you win is just as important as how you lose. Oh, wait . . . you lost. But I’d think you’re pretty good at that.”

“Fuck off, Danny.” I didn’t say it with any real heat. I was used to being the youngest brother, picked on by both Simon and Danny and yet at the same time, confident that they’d turn right around and defend me against anyone who might mess with me.

“Let’s grab those beers. Ellie’s expecting to meet all of us for dinner at six-thirty, and I for one am not going to be late. I value my life too much.”

“So you’re heading back to Philly, huh?” I took a gulp of my beer and turned toward Tate. “Are you worried about playing for the hometown fans?”

“Nah, not much.” He grinned at me, same old laid-back guy I’d known since right after high school graduation. “They say I’m going to see some playing time, and that’s an improvement after riding the bench in New York for a year.”

“That had to be tough.” Corey winced. “All the work, none of the glory.”

“It wasn’t my favorite season ever,” Tate agreed. “Plus, since I’m still living with my grandfather, I was commuting two hours some days and shelling out for a hotel when I had to be up there early in the morning or for a longer time period.”

“How is your grandpa?” I’d met the elder Durham several times while Tate and I were in college and when we hung out in New Jersey, as well. He was a sharp old guy who’d raised his grandson the old-fashioned way, with strong morals and a sturdy character. I’d often compared Tate and Matt; both had been abandoned by their parents at a young age, both raised by grandparents, yet they’d each turned out to be very different men.

“He’s just as ornery as ever, but you know, he’s getting older. He had some kind of issue with his heart—the doctors called it a cardiac incident—last year, and I feel better staying close. He gets a little pissy when he thinks I’m fussing over him, but I think he secretly likes it.”

“You single, Durham?” Corey sliced him a look, and I smirked, knowing what was coming next.

“I am. For now, at least.” Tate shrugged. “I’m not a play-the-field guy. Guess I’m waiting for the right one.”

“And you haven’t found her yet?” Corey raised one eyebrow.

Tate didn’t answer right away, and I narrowed my eyes. As long as I’d known him, he’d been careful in his dealings with females. He flirted a little, but with care. He’d never led on a girl or even messed around with the ones who were only interested in chasing football tail. But now I saw something new in his expression.

“I’m not sure,” he said at last. “But even if I know who she is, one thing I
am
sure about is that she’s not ready for me yet. I’m biding my time.”

“Smart guy.” Corey clapped him on the back. “The right one is worth waiting for.” He pinned me with arched scrutiny. “Am I right, Taylor?”

I lifted my beer in a toast of agreement. “It’s what I’ve always said.” I paused. “Now getting the chick on the same page . . . that’s not my area of expertise, apparently.”

“Well, while you three pine away for the right ones, I’m here and willing to service all the others. You know, the hordes of women who didn’t make the cut.” Danny grinned lasciviously. “So you go ahead and enjoy your wife, Iverson, and Durham, you keep holding out for the lady who doesn’t know you want her yet. And you, brother . . .” His voice trailed off as my phone chimed with an incoming text. “There’s your main squeeze, all the way across the country, getting over the guy she married instead of you. Good luck with that.”

I flipped my brother the bird and read my message.

Quinn:
I’m at a wine tasting today with Kara. Thought you might like to see how hard I’m working.

And there she was, gazing out at me, her mouth curved up and a glass of red wine in her hand. I couldn’t help smiling right back at her. She looked better, I thought, as I studied the picture with barely concealed hunger. She’d been in California for a month now, and we’d been texting daily. Sometimes it was me who initiated the conversation, and sometimes it was Quinn. Some days we only exchanged quick hellos, and others we went back and forth for hours.

“Shit.” Corey was staring over my shoulder. “She’s fucking beautiful, Taylor. Why in the hell would a chick like her be interested in you?”

Danny laughed. “We’ve been trying to figure that out for years. He must have something special only Quinn can see.” His eyes met mine, and under the teasing, I saw compassion and understanding. Danny might ride my ass relentlessly, and he might give me tons of shit about football, Quinn and everything else in my life, but I knew when things got real, he was on my side. Plus, he’d loved Quinn like a sister all of our lives.

“I’ll tell her you said hey, Danny.” I began my reply.

“I’ll tell her myself.” Before I could pull back, he’d swiped the phone from my hands, and his fingers flew over the keyboard, all the while he pivoted and evaded my grabs to get it back.

When he finally relinquished the phone to me, I swatted the side of his head. “I’m so telling Mom on you. Your ass is toast, dude.”

Leo (as typed by Danny):
Hey, pretty lady! You’re looking damn hot. This is Danny, btw, you know, the Taylor brother you really want. He’s trying to get the phone back from me, so I gotta be fast. Just wanted to say hi, and I hope you’re liking CA. Drink a glass of that for me. I’m keeping my eye on the boy. He’s doing okay, I guess, for a butt face. See ya soon, Q.

It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it might be. Shooting Danny a snarl, I answered her for real.

Leo:
Sorry about that. Danny has a lot of growing up to do, clearly. Love the picture and glad you’re getting a little time for fun.

I wasn’t sure if she’d answer, and I didn’t relax until I saw her reply.

Quinn:
LOL OMG, Danny never changes. Is he down visiting you? Or are you up home?

Leo:
He and Tate are both down here. They drove down together, and we met up with Corey today to play some football. Because you know we never get a chance to do that. ;)

Quinn:
I’m glad you guys are getting to hang out. Please give Danny and Tate hugs from me. Or wait—that might be weird, huh? Just tell them I send hugs. No way I’m compromising your manliness.

Leo:
Babe, I could hug them and French-kiss them and I’d still be the most studly dude in the room. Please.

Quinn:
LOL Okay, okay. Message received. Gotta go—Kara’s ready to move onto the next winery. I’m just glad they have someone else driving us, because after all this wine, no way I could do it. Plus, there’re hills.

Leo:
Be careful and have a good time. Talk to you later.

Quinn:
Have fun with the guys.

I looked up from my phone to find all three of them staring at me, their faces wearing different degrees of amusement. Corey looked proud, Danny resigned and Tate . . . he appeared to be envious. I knew that had nothing to do with Quinn herself; Tate didn’t want the girl, he just wanted what he saw we had. Or used to have. I sighed and shook my head.

“You can all go back to your own business. That was nothing. Oh, and Quinn says hello to both of you.” I pointed to Danny and Tate.

“What about me?” Corey gave me his sad face. “No hey for me?”

“She doesn’t know you, dude, but I’m sure she’d have something nice to say about you if she did.” I drained the rest of my beer. “So what were we talking about?”

“Durham was telling us about how he kept busy during the season, since they weren’t really playing him up in the Big Apple.”

“I worked with a non-profit,” Tate explained to me. “I was just saying to Danny and Corey that when I first heard about it, I figured they wanted the big names on the team only, but it turned out that they really needed some of the lowly bench warmers to pick up the slack. So I did a shit ton of hospital visits, charity functions and other stuff like that.”

“What kind of organization is it?” I loved the volunteer work I did with Corey and the kids at the elementary schools, but lately I’d been feeling like I could do more. I just wasn’t sure what.

“It links up kids who have cancer or other life-threatening illnesses or chronic conditions with athletes who visit them regularly and do whatever they can to help the families. I was matched with a little girl who has leukemia. I went to see her at the hospital when she was in there, and I popped into some of her treatments . . . and I ran some races in her name to raise money for the costs of her care and meds.”

“That’s cool.” I nodded. “I keep thinking there has to be a way I could give more back, you know? I realize I’m in an incredible position, and I don’t want that to go to waste. I’m just not sure how to do it or where I should start.”

Tate cocked his head. “Best place to start is where you’re passionate. Outside of football and uh . . .” He motioned to the phone. “Um, important people in your life, what are you interested in? What matters to you? What has affected your life in a way that it’ll never be the same again?”

An idea was beginning to grow in my mind. “I think I have the answer to that. And maybe it’s something that would help out someone else I know, too.”

Leo:
Hey, you still awake?

Quinn:
Uh, yeah. It’s only nine. I’m not that feeble yet.

Leo:
Forgot about the time difference. I just got home from Corey and Ellie’s house. Danny and Tate are out in the great room playing video games, drinking my booze and being obnoxiously loud.

Quinn:
Oh, you poor thing. :p I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tate drunk or disorderly.

Leo:
Yeah, you’re right. It’s mostly Danny. Tate’s just playing the game.

Quinn:
So why aren’t you there with them?

Leo:
I don’t know. Just not interested. And I wanted to talk to you. How was your wine tasting day?

Quinn:
Fun. Kara’s very nice, and I think she’s glad to have another woman around. They work with a lot of guys in their business and charity.

Leo:
Lots of guys, huh? Young, good-looking guys?

Quinn:
Hmmmm . . .

Leo:
Hmmmmm?

Quinn:
LOL no. Mostly middle-aged and married.

Leo:
I like the sound of that. Okay, now that we have that out of the way, do you have a minute?

Quinn:
I think I can spare you one or two. I’m just curled up, reading over some of the work Allan and I did this week.

Leo:
Does it look good? Are you enjoying the work?

Quinn:
I really am. It’s fascinating, listening to Allan talk about his career and about Gunner. He and Kara are both passionate about their charity, too.

Leo:
Funny you say that. It’s kind of what I wanted to talk about. I’m thinking of starting a non-profit. I talked to Tate about it tonight.

Quinn:
Seriously? That’s kind of random, isn’t it?

Leo:
In a way, yes, but in another way, no. I’ve wanted to feel like I’m making a difference in some way for a while. I think I want to start up a program that helps young athletes with mental health issues. And I’m going to name it for Matt.