Page 19 of Game Changer
“In about a month.”I grin.“That’s usually how it goes.I love it, but the season is long and hard.My back’s hurting, and summer off gives it a chance to heal.”
Her lips pout in concern.“Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah.Nothing serious.I’ve had some physical therapy—tight hip flexors apparently pull things out of whack.I have some stretches and exercises to do.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“After a while away from the game, though, I get antsy and anxious to get back on the ice.”
She nods.
I guess she knows this stuff since she was engaged to another player.
Molly leans across the small table.“That girl is eye-fucking you.”
I shake my head.
“Over there.The blonde.”
I roll my eyes.“I’m not looking.”
“Why not?You’re single.She’s hot.”
“I’m a little occupied at the moment.”
“Damn.I’m cramping your style, aren’t I?You’d probably buy her a drink if I wasn’t with you.”She slumps back in her chair.
It’s a possibility.Passing the time in an airport with a hot blonde is never a bad thing.But I have a cute little strawberry blonde sitting with me, so that’s not happening.And I don’t really care.
“I love people watching in airports.”Molly leans back in her chair to look around.“That couple over there?”She moves her head.“Sugar daddy and his sugar baby.”
I follow her gesture and study the couple.Yeah, the guy’s older, well-dressed, neat gray hair.The woman wearing high heels, tight, skinny black jeans and an expensive looking silk blouse has her hand on his arm, laughing at something he just said.“Nah.That’s a father and daughter.”
“Are you kidding?They’re flirting like crazy!”
“I don’t see it.And look—they have the same eyes and nose.”
Molly squints across the room.“I don’t think so.”
I grin.I have no idea and don’t really care but she seems into this.We start making up stories about everyone else in the lounge.
“That guy’s a Russian oligarch,” I tell her, motioning to a man sitting alone.
“Ooh!That’s good.I think you’re right.He’s probably en route to Washington to meet with a scammy politician.”
We finish our drinks and stroll out to our gate.It’s nearly boarding time.
“I need to use the ladies’ room,” Molly says.“I hate using the bathroom on airplanes.”
She disappears and I pull out my phone to pass a few minutes.Things have died down about the wedding, it seems.Or maybe not.Rico sent me a link to a gossip blog that has a whole thing about Chucky being left at the altar.Ugh.I won’t tell Molly about that.
We’re first to board and settle into our seats.Molly’s all smiles checking out the space we have and the little menu.“We get food!”she whispers to me.
“And booze,” I add.
“We can drink our way across the country.”
“Don’t get too carried away.I have a party to go to tonight.”
