Playing for the Stars was all that counted …

He couldn’t afford the distraction of a high-maintenance woman …

On and on he went, until he was so tired of listening to himself that he pressed the accelerator harder.

It had been one month and four days since he’d seen Molly, so he couldn’t blame her for the fact that he hadn’t stepped up his workouts as he’d planned or watched all the game film he’d intended to. Instead, he’d gone rock climbing, run some white water, done a little paragliding. But none of it satisfied him.

The only time he’d felt remotely content was when he’d talked to Lilly and Liam a few days ago. They’d both sounded so happy.

The wheel vibrated beneath his hand, but he’d felt a bigger rush going cliff diving with Molly.

Ninety-five. Or what about the day she’d flipped the canoe? Ninety-six. Or when he’d climbed the tree after Marmie? Ninety-seven. Or just watching the mischief flash in her eyes.

And when they’d made love. That had been the rush of a lifetime.

Now all the fun was gone. He’d gotten more thrills riding a bike at the campground with Molly at his side then he was getting going ninety-eight in a Ferrari Spider.

Sweat trickled under his arms. If he blew a tire right now, he’d never see her again, never have a chance to tell her she’d been right about him all along. He was exactly as afraid as she’d said.

He’d fallen in love with her.

Just like that the empty spaces inside him filled up, and he took his foot off the accelerator. As he sagged back in the seat, he felt as if his chest had caved in. Lilly had tried to tell him and so had Jane Bonner, but he hadn’t let himself listen. Molly was right. He’d secretly believed he couldn’t measure up as a person in the same way he measured up as a player, so he hadn’t tried. But he was way too old to keep living his life underneath leftover shadows.

He slipped into the right lane. For the first time in months he felt calm. She’d told him she loved him, and now he knew exactly what that meant. He also understood what he had to do. And this time he intended to do it right.

Half an hour later he rang the Calebows’ doorbell. Andrew answered wearing jeans and an orange inner tube. “Kevin! Do you want to go swimming with me?”

“Sorry, buddy, can’t do it today.” Kevin slipped past him. “I need to see your mom and dad.”

“I don’t know where Dad is, but Mom’s in her office.”