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“Oh, dear. Thank you for letting meknow.”
“Could you connect me with Dr. Armitage’soffice?”
“Right away, sir.” It’s about ninety seconds later when he announces, “The doctor’s receptionist is on your line,sir.”
I pick up the treadmill extension. “Hi there. This is NateKattenberger…”
“Your assistant is very polite,” she gushes. “What a cuteaccent.”
“He’s the greatest. Could you help me with something? I haven’t gotten a bill yet for Ms. Rebecca Rowley’s office visits. Maybe the insurer is processingthem?”
“Oh, Rebecca! Let me see…” I hear rapid typing. “Those therapy sessions and the doctor visits are out of network. They were applied to a Visacard.”
Rebecca’s credit card. “What are the total charges todate?”
“Three thousand four hundreddollars.”
Shit. I think I know why Rebecca hasn’t been totherapy.
“All right, then there’s been some confusion. Could I possibly give you a different card,instead?”
“Sure, Mr.Kattenberger.”
I pull my wallet out of my back pocket without breaking my treadmill stride, and I read off thedigits.
25
Rebecca
June 3, Dallas
Nate always sayshe hates Dallas, but the airport got our equipment loaded onto the busses in record time. The stadium has a decent setup for visitors, and the hotel is only a few blocksaway.
I’m easy toplease.
While the boys have their morning skate, Heidi Jo and I walk from the stadium to the Ritz. “This isrullypretty,” Heidi Jo gushes in the lobby. It’s old school, with walnut columns and a marble floor. “I know we’re just here to win, but the travel team did us a solidhere.”
It’s true, too. The smiley woman behind the desk has a printed room manifest all ready for us, and dozens of key cards laid out on a tray. I could get used tothis.
“Look!” Heidi Jo says, pointing at my name on the list. “Luxury suite, penthouselevel.”
“That must be a mistake.” I blink, but my name is still beside that suite.Nate’ssuite. Except I told him I was going to stay in my own room. “Excuse me,” I say to the helpful woman. “I’m supposed to have a regularroom.”
“No, that was by special request.” She smiles again. They must feed the employees happy pillshere.
“Is there a regular roomavailable?”
Her smile fades. “I’m sorry, but the playoffs have the whole hotel bookedsolid.”
Fuck. Of course it’sbooked.
“Here you go, then!” Heidi Jo gives me a smug smile as well as the key card. Nate should haveknownhis little trick wouldn’t beprivate.
I’m pissed off, but also a little hurt. He’d told me—that night when we were talking about why I said no to Castro—that he understood the pressure I was under. I thought helistened. And then I said I didn’t want to stay with him in his suite, and he put me thereanyway.
Who doesthat?
“Ooh! They offer a margarita salt scrub in the spa!” Heidi Jo coos. “Let’s see if there are two massage appointments duringlunch.”
