Pregame with Sawyer is a picnic in a park.
“Bear says you have to eat more than one bite.” Sawyer lays out a small platter of olives, cheese, hummus.
“He’s so bossy.”
“Yeah, well, get used to that.”
I grab a cracker and dig in.
“Tennis,” Sawyer nods to the courts nearby. I shake my head. I knew I was going to regret this.
I crunch cucumber slices and watch the tennis players until Sawyer throws an olive at me. “Whatcha thinking?”
“Is it true you compete in everything?”
Sawyer shrugs. “It was true in high school. After graduation, he focused on building his business and I traveled the surfing circuit.”
“What made you come back?”
“Who says I’m back? I go where the waves take me.” He flops back on the blanket, close enough his blond locks spill along my leg. I stroke a silky strand.
