“Tell. Me. We’ve only got one more stop. Do it now.”
I’m dying to tell her. Leaning in, I whisper. “I made out with Hudson on Saturday night.” Oh, crud. Bonnie already thinks we’ve been dating for a while. If she thinks about what I said, my secret is out. “Erm, I mean, Hudson and I tried something new Saturday night.”
“New?” She slaps my arm again, harder this time. “Spill the beans, sister.”
I hiss loudly, “Damn it, Bonnie. Quit hitting me.”
“Sorry. Not sorry. Tell me more. Was it a new position? Did you do it in public? Be specific.”
“Bonnie?” I choke and laugh as the same time. “Stop.” Still laughing.
The El screeches as it grinds to a halt at our stop. “I’ll tell you later. You’ve already embarrassed the crap out of me.”
I lose Bonnie for a minute or two as the mass of Hawk fans step off the El. Luckily, she’s waiting for me just outside the doors. Bonnie is calm. Too calm. Like she hasn’t a care in the world, she says, “It’s fine. I’ll just ask Hudson about it.”
“No.” I quickly gain ground and get in front of Bonnie. “Please don’t ask him. I’ll tell you all about it on the way home.”
“All the dirty details?”
I nod and blush.
“Holy shit, girl. Can’t wait.”
* * *
We’re standing nextto the sculpture of the giant baseball glove. Carl was waiting for us when we arrived, which had Bonnie beaming excitedly. She quickly wrapped herself up into his arms.
“Where’s Hudson?” I ask absently. Like twenty minutes later. “Maybe he’s not coming.” I haven’t spoken to him since he left my apartment Saturday night.
Which makes me wonder… perhaps he regrets our impromptu make out session on the sofa.
“He’ll be here.”
“The game is about to start. Maybe we should head in. I’ll text Hudson to let me know when he gets here.”
“Good plan.” Carl takes Bonnie’s hand and starts walking toward the V.I.P. entrance. Handing the attendant three tickets, I look back at the sculpture, hoping to see Hudson jogging our way.
No such luck.
“Take the elevator up to three. Turn right. You’re in suite 305.”
“Suite?” Bonnie giggles. “This is so cool.”
It is.
The elevator is full of people heading in the same direction. On three, we do as the ticket woman said and search for 305. We pass 300, 301, 302, and then Bonnie slaps my arm again.
“Ouch.” I wince. She’s hit the same exact spot three times.
“There he is.” She points ahead. She’s right. He’s here.
Wait. Hudson’s here already?Not only that, he’s wearing a suit. Not the kind of clothing you’d wear to a baseball game.
I glance down at my outfit, then back up, scanning the other people milling about, I’m immediately embarrassed. Panicked almost. “I wore the wrong thing.”
“What? No, you didn’t.” Bonnie glances at my shirt, then my shorts. She looks around like I just did and shrugs. “Fuck these rich people. It’s a baseball game. You’re supposed to dress like that.” She points at my cutoffs.
“Sure.” I hiss. “If we were in the cheap seats. Nothere.” What was I thinking? I should have worn that Kate what’s-her-name dress.
