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“Maybe a new laptop,” I say.
“Yeah? I’ve been eyeing this one up.” Travis plucks his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, sliding it over to me.
“I was considering this one as well, with the added SSD,” I say, giving the phone back to Travis. “I don’t even know my salary offer yet,” I say. “I’m still waiting on my paperwork.”
“Didn’t go into your junk mail, did it?”
I pull my phone out and recheck my emails.
“Why do I never learn?” I say.
Of course, it’s in my junk mail. I move it to my inbox and open the email to get to the attachment. It’s quite a lengthy PDF, so I skim through it to get to the good stuff.
“Well?” Travis asks, watching me.
“It’s good! It’s better than I had before. I wonder how it will work long term, though, because once I’ve built the website, there will only be a small overhead for upkeep, but I’ll worry about that then.” I flick through a few more pages, “Health care too, and a decent pension scheme.”
“Anything about anal fraternisation?” Travis asks with a snicker.
“Ha!” I laugh. “Shall I assume no news is good news?”
“Yeah, typically, it’s only mentioned if they either don’t want you doing it or don’t mind, but want to know about it.”
“That makes sense,” I say, finishing my drink.
We chat for another thirty minutes before Travis’ phone rings.
“Right, I’ve got to get going. Keep me posted.” Travis scrapes his seat along the floor and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair.
I stand up to give him a hug. “Lovely to see you. Take care.”
I ponder for a moment. What will I feel like when I’m sitting at home watching Ryan on TV when all this ends?
Chapter 14
Ryan
Igetatextfrom my dad while we’re in the locker room before our Saturday night home game. It’s his traditional ‘How’s your game?’ message. I don’t bother to write a reply; instead, I send him the link for the stats page on the club’s website. I know he’s probably looked already, but it won’t hurt to share it again.
All the guys, bar Danny, sit in their cubbies dressing and Bettsy is chomping on about that redhead he’s still working hard to close with.
“So, she said she was all for it, but she changed her mind,” he says.
“So nothing? Not even a snog?” Hutch asks, taping his socks.
“We kissed, yeah, but she said she just wanted to watch a movie and cuddle, so we did that. I figure I have to work my way up to it.” He sits down in his cubby with a huff.
“Work your way up to what?” Johnny says.
“Anal. With Leah,” says Bettsy.
“Forget I asked,” says Johnny.
“Not into bum fun, Cap?” asks Bettsy.
“I’m not into knowing all your goddamn business, Betts,” Johnny huffs.
“Well, anyway, I just need to sweeten her up, watch a few movies, cook a few meals, buy a few bunches of flowers even,” Bettsy says.
