Page 10 of Gamers' Omega
“I… actually have tomorrow off,” I admitted. “So whenever works best for you.”
Freddie nodded. “Good to know. There will likely be delay announcements overnight, so we’ll play it by ear when we know everybody’s schedules.”
“Ok.”
The SUV fishtailed slightly as we turned from the parking lot to the main road, causing me to reach for something to hold onto.
“Shit,” Ian grumbled. “I hope Bennett makes it home ok.”
I blinked, wondering who he meant.
“He was right behind us,” Freddie replied. “He’d closed the register during the fifteen minute warning and only had to turnoff the lights and pull down the gate. Also, he’s got a four-wheel drive and lives almost as close as we do. He should be ok.”
“Bennett’s the employee?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “Good guy. One of Shane’s best.”
“Shane owns the game store,” Freddie clarified.
“Ah.”
The road was far emptier than it should have been at that time of night, but there were still too many cars for the conditions, and several people seemed intent on risking everybody’s lives by driving far too recklessly.
“Asshole,” Beck grumbled as a lifted pickup sped past us.
My grip on the oh shit handle tightened.
“Two more lights,” Tony said, looking at me. “Then we can turn into a residential section.”
I nodded, clinging to the handle. Staying the night with them was increasingly proving to be the right idea.
Beck turned onto a narrow residential street, fishtailing again as he came out of the turn. Then he turned into a driveway a minute later and parked in the garage.
“Welcome home,” Beck stated with a sigh of relief as he turned off the SUV.
“Come on in,” Ian invited as he climbed out.
I followed him through the garage and inside as he opened a door for me. The scent of warm food filled the air while a small bird chirped in another room.
“We’ve got enough for Eric to have dinner too, right?” Tony asked as he stepped in behind me.
“Yeah,” Freddie answered. “There should be plenty. I had planned to take leftovers for lunch.”
“It’s beef stew from the slow cooker,” Ian said, pausing to hang up a coat. “Is that ok?”
“I… Um… Yeah?” I replied.
Freddie laughed. “That was his way of asking if you’re vegetarian or have a special diet.”
I laughed. “No. Beef stew sounds wonderful.”
The guys stayed next to the door for a few more seconds, taking off shoes and coats.
“Should I take my shoes off too?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind,” Beck said. “I’ll grab some slippers for you to use.”
“I’ve got it,” Tony said. “Go let Pico out.”
