At least, Ronnie had never said the word, and Christian would be damned if he said it first.
“Sounds like your mind’s made up,” Ronnie said softly.
Christian shrugged, a move that snuggled him closer to his friend. “It’s a good opportunity,” he said again. Then, tentatively, he asked, “What do you think?”
Ronnie stared at him, quiet, and Christian bit his lower lip to keep from saying anything else. Let Ronnie think, let him work it through in his mind. This didn’t mean they were over, not really, but it did mean a drastic change in their relationship. If they had a relationship. While Christian played for the Rebels, it was convenient for them to be together. Coming over to Ronnie’s place after practice or shacking up in a hotel room after an away game was easy—they played on the same
