Page 38 of Dating Goals
“I think you’re exaggerating, Maggie.”
“Ha ha!” She dances in her seat, twisting back and forth, pumping her arms, and tapping her feet on the floor.
I’d say she needs to get out more, but I fear the opposite is true when it comes to Maggie. Maybe she just misses the girl talk she’d normally get with Emily and the other Titans WAGS.
“Have you heard news about the lockout?” I say, totally trying to turn the conversation around. “Any developments?”
“Nice segue, man,” Sawyer says. “Just seamless.”
I grin. “As Heraclitus once said, ‘The only constant in life is change.’”
Maggie snorts.
Sawyer face palms. “Okay, okay. I’ll let you change the subject. The franchise owners aren’t budging. Malcom, especially.”
“I thought he’d cave by now,” Maggie says, brow furrowed.
“So did I.” I glance at my coffee, its warmth already cooling. “Worried about that investment of mine.”
Sawyer shoots me a knowing look. “Glad I stayed out of it.”
I squirm a little under Sawyer’s “I-told-you-so” gaze.
“Listen, I might be worried, but I’m not panicking,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “Not like that lunatic the other night.”
Maggie’s face twists into a worried frown. “What lunatic?”
I wave my hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” Sawyer sits up straight, suddenly all business. “What happened?”
Great. Now Sawyer’s hackles are raised. Ever since he had a run-in with the mob, he’s Mister Cautious. I suppose I don’t blame him.
“Just some overexcited fan,” I say. “This guy comes up to me, totally unhinged, screaming about his Titans stock tanking.”
Sawyer’s eyebrows shoot up. “Titans stock. A Swiss guy?”
“No, Canadian. Had on a Titans jersey at the Visp game. He was ready to throw down right there in the parking lot.”
Maggie leans forward. “Did he hurt you?”
“Nah.”
“Wait,” Sawyer interjects, his face serious now. “Some Titans fan came all the way from Toronto and attacked you because of the Titans stock?”
“Guy was probably just a conspiracy nut who lost some money on the market,” I say. “Security handled it.”
“Did you follow up? Check your accounts?” Sawyer asks.
“Yeah, first thing next morning. Everything looked fine. Better than fine, actually. Upward trajectory all the way.” I take a sip of my coffee. It’s ice cold now. “The guy was clearly off his rocker.”
Sawyer exchanges a look with Maggie that I can’t quite read.
“That’s…odd.” Sawyer drums his fingers on the table. “Want me to get Siobhan to take a peek? She could probably hack the Pentagon in her sleep. Checking your stocks would take her two seconds.”
I consider it. Sawyer’s sister is a computer genius. Whether all her hacking is legal or not is questionable.
“Maybe keep that as plan B? I mean, the numbers look good.”
