Page 107 of Skating the Blue Line
“Yeah, it should be announced next week.” I say taking a long pull from my drink.
Thankfully someone calls him to the other side of the bar and he walks away.
At least that saves me from being an asshole to someone else.
I take another pull and savor the fermented grains scratching at my throat.
Since the team is officially in the playoffs, this is going to be the last drink I will be having until the last game is played.
This is our year. I know it is. We are the best that we have ever been and there is no doubt in our minds, in the mind of the fans, that this year the cup will be heading to Chicago.
I just have to make sure that all this stuff with Chloe stays off the ice and I will be golden.
Finishing up my drink, I pull out some cash to leave the bartender and I’m about to start heading out when someone sits on the bar stool next to me.
Who it is takes me by surprise. Never did I expect this guy to ever step foot in a dive bar.
“We got to stop meeting like this, Crawford?” Elliot Lane says, waving over the bartender.
“I didn’t take you as a dive bar type of guy.” I say getting situated in my seat again.
The guy gives me a shrug. “I had a meeting a block over, and really needed a drink to erase the mess that sitting in a room of morons did to me.”
“And it just so happens to be the very one that I was in?” I ask because it’s a huge ass coincidence that this guy would walk in while I was here.
“I guess so,” he says, right before giving the bartender his order.
The bartender then turns to me and asks if I want another and I don’t hesitate in saying yes. I’m already paying for it tomorrow, might as well make it worth it.
“Why so gloom, Crawford? I thought you would be at the top of the world right now.”
“Oh, yeah? Why is that?” I ask, taking a drink as soon as the bartender places a clean tumbler in front of me.
“I heard the Knights are going to the playoff. That should be reason enough right there.” he says, taking a drink from his own tumbler.
I let out a snort. “I thought that you were going to tell because my daughter is going to be born soon.” I say.
Soon. So very soon she is going to be here and we don’t even have name picked out or even a nursery ready to go.
We should get on that.
But I guess we are going to need two nurseries since Chloe is moving out. We need double of everything.
“Damn. Really?” Elliot turns slight, giving me an eyebrow raise.
I nod. “Yeah, really. She’s due to arrive at the end of May.”
“That’s so close,” he says, like he is shocked by the news.
“Yup. Very.”
“How did you and the mom meet?” He asks, taking another drink of his amber colored liquid.
Another snort leaves my mouth. “The ballet.”
That apparently really takes Elliot by surprise because he starts coughing. As if how I met Chloe is the most shocking thing ever.
“The one in September?” He asks for clarification.
