Chapter 7

“Look,” Susan said, giving him the same small smile she’d had in the bleachers. “This is seven kinds of awkward, but I just had to come speak to you.”

“There’s not a lot that needs to be said, is there?” Clay grumped.

“Clay!” Brett admonished.

“Look, I…” Susan looked down momentarily before raising her face again.

Even Brett, who had no attraction to women, could tell she was pretty. Maybe not front cover of a fashion magazine pretty, but she had a glow to her that told Brett her beauty came just as much from within as that which showed on the surface.

“It’s okay,” Brett reassured.

“Thanks. I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I love Gavin, as well as our kids. He’d often talk about you, you know.”

Brett’s shock must have shown on his face.

“Yes, I knew Gavin had had a gay lover in college. But he and I…” she swallowed. “We just clicked. He makes me very happy and I think—I hope I make him happy, too.”

“Well, whoopy-doo!” Clay said. “Guess two out of three ain’t bad.”