Page 21 of Love Blitz

Angelo

If someone would have told me I would be giddy about a text message, I would have called them a lie to their face. Not me. The guy who hardly talked on the phone. Or texted anyone.

But the guys were gone, and I was in the hotel room alone, and bored. Watching TV to pass the time. It was only days before training camp. So, I could have been re-watching plays. After hours of that earlier, I was over it. I even worked out for a couple of hours and still felt like there was something else I’d rather be doing.

Or someone.

I held the phone in my hand and read the text message from Gigi.

Gigi: Busy?

Cam would have told me not to answer. I could have stalled. Waited before telling her I wasn’t. But I didn’t. I answered immediately, hoping if she wasn’t busy, and I wasn’t busy, we could get busy.The fuck?

I shook my head and waited for her next text to come through.

Gigi: Georgia and Tatiana have returned to their lives.

I read that with sadness. But it could have been satisfaction. If they could leave her alone they must believe she was doing better. I wanted her to be doing better.

Instead of waiting on another text message, I called. The phone rang a few times before she answered. “Angelo?” Like she wasn’t texting me and didn’t have my number saved in her phone. I made sure she did before she left that morning. I double checked hers was right in my phone too.

“It’s easier to talk, mind?”

I could hear the smile in her voice when she replied, “No.” Then she laughed. “This is where we stay up all night on the phone till one of us falls asleep.”

That wasn’t my intent. But her idea sounded cute. “I was thinking we’d do something else instead.”

She laughed then turned me down with ease. “Except I have work tomorrow.”

I sighed. “Right.”

Then she admitted, “And after last night…” She laughed. “And this morning, my body would appreciate a break.”

“Phone call it is.” I couldn’t admit I would have liked to have her in the bed with me, even if I wasn’t dicking her down. “What’d you do today?”

In high school my dad stressed the importance of getting into a division one school. If I wasn’t in class, or on the field, I was practicing. All the time. I wasn’t staying up late talking to girls. I didn’t do it in college either. Then I had the same goal, different destination. I needed to focus on getting into the league. Making myself a top prospect.

I leaned back on the couch and propped my feet on the table. I reached for the remote and turned the volume down.

There was a little hesitation from Gigi. She said, “I was productive today.”

“Okay.” I shifted on the couch, letting my head get comfortable on a pillow. “Doing what?”

“I removed all the pictures of my ex from my phone. All his stuff from the house.” She went on, “There isn’t a trace of him anywhere.”

“Sounds like a win to me.”

Except, she didn’t sound excited about it. “Yeah, I guess.”

“You don’t see it that way?”

“No.” Then she added, “Still feels like a loss, although I’m not wrecked over him.” She huffed. “I sound crazy, don’t I?”

“Let me see if I can get it right. Your fiancé fucked up. Despite his fuck up, you were madly in love with him. That was until this other guy came along and showed you how much better you could have it.”

“Is that what you are doing?”

“Seems I am.”

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