“Everything’s ready,” Graham called needlessly, as the moment he’d laid the plates on the table, his dad hightailed it over. Well, “hightailed” might be pushing it, but he definitely shuffled quicker than usual.
They settled in and Graham tried to concentrate on his meal. But no matter how often he told himself to stop, he found himself staring at Sam. He was gorgeous. And so caring toward his dad, which only made Graham like him more. And that was a foreign feeling—liking someone. He wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“Have you been to a Royals’ game yet this year?” Sam asked.
His dad glanced at Graham, question in his eyes, so Graham answered. “No, he hasn’t been to one.”
“We should go to an early afternoon game sometime,” Sam offered.
His dad’s entire face lit up. “That would be great! Wouldn’t it, Graham?”