Page 124 of Playing the Game

They both glanced over at Olive. Her face crumpled up as she was lost in her dreams.

What the hell do babies dream about anyway? Boobs?

“She is cute,” Ewen said. “Must take after her mother.”

Adam scowled.

“Sorry,” Ewen added. “Sore point?”

They had come to the golf club early so there wasn’t anyone else around. Adam perched on the side of the golf buggy.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” he replied. “I’m terrified she’s going to take Olive away.”

Once more he took in the beauty that was his daughter. It had been breathtaking how quickly he had grown to love her.

“Do you think she will?”

“Perhaps. She’s pretty messed up about the whole news story bollocks. I want to do the right thing by her whatever happens. We’re not getting back together. Neither of us want that.”

“I’d imagine Jonas is pleased to hear the news.”

Jonas hadn’t answered any of his calls for the last couple of days. It would have been nice to hear how things had gone in Stockholm. Adam supposed that wasn’t any of his business now.

“I’ve told him until I’m blue in the face. He doesn’t believe me.”

“I never had you down as bi,” Ewen said. “When did you know?”

Adam shrugged. “I’ve always known. I’ve had flings with guys all my life. I kept it quiet and who can blame me? Look at Udo and Steven. There’s no way I’m going through that.”

“Yeah, it’s scary.”

“I guess we can’t all be Tito.”

“We?”

“You know what I mean,” Ewen said, gruffly. “He puts himself out there and doesn’t give a fuck.”

Adam stared at Ewen. “But you hate him.”

“I don’t hate anyone,” Ewen replied.

Olive cried out.

“Oh shit,” Adam said. “We might have to cut this short.”

“Fine. You’re doing better than me anyway. Next time we should go to a ball pool.”

“She’s a bit young for that,” Adam replied. “Maybe Uncle Ewen can take Olive and Petar in a few years. Give the parents some time off.”

“Once they’re out of nappies, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“They’re not too bad. Wouldn’t you want a mini Ewen running around one day?”

Ewen ran his finger down Olive’s cherublike cheek. “Perhaps. I’d have to find their mother first.”

“Not necessarily. It’s a shame not to be in love though.”

Ewen stared off toward the clubhouse. “You know me. I prefer the single life. Miles easier. Are you saying you’re in love with Jonas?”