“Don’t think you are,” I return with a grin to lighten the mood. “It’s the eyes, dude. Windows to the soul.”

Hawke snickers and takes a sip of his beer. “She’s been gone a week and a half. I’ve moved on.”

“You are so fucking full of shit,” I tell him as I place the last ball in the rack, roll it, then tighten it before I pull it free.

I step off to the side as Hawke sets his beer on a high round table and walks up to the opposite side of the pool table to break. He bends over, lines up and pulls the stick back, launching it forward quickly. The cue ball hits the tip of the first ball with such force, it hops off the table and hits the wall, where it leaves a dimple in the Sheetrock. I notice that a solid drops into a side pocket, and Hawke doesn’t spare my poor wall another glance.

Neither do I because that’s not the first time one of my teammates broke the rack in such a way and pelted my wall. There were four other dimples there, and it’s why I moved off to the side before he stepped up to the table. Last thing I need is for one of those to catch me in my nuts.

Hawke grabs the cue ball and tosses it to me. I catch it, grab a stick off the wall rack and head back to the table.

“Solids,” I call out since it’s my choice, and I place the cue ball back on the table, lining up for an easy shot. But before I bend over I tell him, “Neither one of you are going to be able to move on, Hawke. You have too much history. Fate brought you back together. That shit shouldn’t be ignored.”

“What the fuck do you know about fate?” he asks with his eyebrow cocked at me.

“Hey, you’re looking at a man who is now a true believer in it,” I tell him as I line up my shot. “It’s what’s steering my life right now.”

I give a tap to the cue ball and cleanly make my shot.

Hawke snickers at me. “I’m dying to hear this one.”

I move around the pool table trying to figure out my next shot. I stall by picking up the blue chalk and rubbing some on the end of my cue stick. I do this to collect my thoughts because what I’m getting ready to say is as important to me as it is to Hawke.

I clasped my hands at the top of the cue stick and rest my weight against it as I look at my friend. “To boil it down in its simplest form, shit happens for a reason.”

“Shit happens for a reason?”

“Pretty much,” I say with a grin. “Simplest form and all that.”

“Well the only thing I agree with what you’ve said is that you’ve equated fate with shit,” Hawk says dryly.

I don’t respond but go ahead and work on my next shot. I sink it just as easily and start walking around the pool table again. “Listen, all kidding aside, I really don’t think you should just write off what you and Vale have together. Your history is deep and you can’t take it for granted. Just imagine the odds of her coming back into your life and give some credence to that.”

Hawke gives a sigh and his shoulders slump marginally. “You couldn’t possibly understand, dude. Things are going so utterly fantastic between you and Jules that you just don’t get it.”

“Then explain it to me.”

His eyes are tortured and filled with pain when they look at me. “Relationships are a two-way street. There is give-and-take on both sides. If you’re lucky, it all balances out. But if you ever get out of whack, if just one thing becomes unbalanced, it can cause incredible self-doubt on one or both sides. And it only takes a tiny sliver of that doubt to poison everything.”

I give a slow shake of my head. “I can’t accept that. If what you have is strong, a tiny shred of doubt shouldn’t destroy everything.”

“Maybe what we had just wasn’t that strong,” he offers softly, and I have to say, if Hawke isn’t willing to try to work this out with Vale, then he may have a point.

I hear footsteps coming down the wooden staircase and I turn to see Luc trotting down, a small plate with pumpkin pie on it. When he hits the bottom step he says, “Appreciate all this racket down here. You’re interfering with my holiday nap.”

“You’re Canadian,” I point out. “This isn’t really your holiday.”

“Bite me,” he says, and then to punctuate his position, he takes a huge mouthful of pie.

Hawke snickers and I turn to the table, line up my next shot, and then miss by almost a mile.

“I see you still suck at pool,” Luc says with his mouth half full as he stands there and watches.

“When I finish whooping Hawke’s ass here,” I tell him with a good natured smile, “I’ll gladly whoop yours too.”

“Pipe dream,” he mutters and goes back to his pie.

Hawke and I continue trading shots, and we all make small talk. It turns from the serious talk about fate and love I just had going with Hawke was followed, weirdly enough, by an argument over the best technique to get rid of fire ants in the yard.

Ultimately I win, so Luc grabs the rack and starts to load it up with the balls. As he bends over the end of the table he says casually, “Your girl seems nice.”

“She’s more than,” I return.

“Kids are cool too,” he adds on.

“Totally,” I agree.

“Deep conversation,” Hawke mutters as he watches from his barstool, sipping on his beer.

After Luc tightens the rack and removes the triangle, he looks at me across the table. “So how serious are things with you two?”

I chalk my stick up but take a moment to look over at my little brother. “Very serious.”

His eyebrows raise up slightly but he nods. “Figured . . . what with you having us come in to meet her and all.”

I lean over, position the cue ball and let it fly at the racked balls. There’s a resounding crack and then balls scatter in all directions, but none drop in.

Lucas reaches his hand out for my stick and I give it up. He walks around the table, and as he does, I casually drop, “I’m thinking about asking Jules to move in with me.”

My brother’s eyebrows shoot halfway up his forehead and he stops his pacing around the pool table to face me. “The kids too?”

I roll my eyes at him. “No, Luc, I thought I’d just leave them where they’re at. I’m sure they can take care of themselves.”

He’s now the one to roll his eyes at me. “I’m just saying, that’s a lot. It’s one thing to ask a girl to move in but another to ask a girl plus three kids.”