Page 88 of Dirty Filthy Boy
She dips her spoon in the stew. Pretty soon she's cleaning up her bowl with a piece of bread.
After a second bowl, I fold my napkin. "It was very good. Your stew."
"Yeah, if I do say so myself."
"Since you cooked, I'll do the dishes."
"We both will."
Within ten minute, we're done. After she puts the leftovers in some plastic containers to take to the office. She offers me some, but I turn her down. "We'll be eating at the compound all week. Part of the playoffs schedule."
"Even dinner?"
"Yes. Even dinner. They only allow us to go home to sleep. That way, we can't get into trouble."
She folds up the kitchen towel and hangs it on its hook. "Platinum trouble, you mean?"
"Something like that. Not that I've been there lately."
"You haven't?"
"Nope."
"How about we have coffee and pie in the living room?"
"What kind of pie?"
"Pecan."
"Be still my beating heart."
"You're silly." She grins. I take a towel and snap her butt, and she snaps me right back. Somehow she slips, but I catch her before she falls.
"MacKenna. God, I've missed you."
"Me too."
"Why are you staying away?"
"You know why. Because of the article."
"When are you going to finish that damn thing. I want you back in my bed."
"Ty.” She pushes away. “I found out some things."
"What things?"
"Let's take the coffee and pie to living room, and I'll tell you."
She tells me about her trip to Nebraska State and what she found there. About Emily Suarez and the night of the assault. About Coach Gronowski strong arming the newspaper. About Ryan and me being at the party.
"You knew her."
"Emily? Yes, I knew her. She followed me to Nebraska State."
"Why?"
"She had a crush on me. But I only saw her as a friend."
