Halsey:Hell, if I knew you were going to like Shirley so much, I would have waited to give her to you in person to see your reaction.
Blakely:[picture] Here’s a picture of me and her so you can at least have a sneak peek.
Halsey:Fuck, Blakely. You’re so beautiful.
Blakely:You SPOIL me.
Halsey:I just state the facts. Glad you’re mine.
Blakely:Glad you’re mine, too.
“Hey, you,”Blakely sleepily says into the phone.
I lie down on the hotel bed while I hold the phone up to my ear. “Were you sleeping?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m on the couch. I should move into the bed, but I just hate when you’re not there. It’s so empty and cold.”
“You wearing my shirt?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t replace you.”
A smile tugs on my lips. “I miss you, too.”
She yawns into the phone and then asks, “Did you win?”
“We did. It was a good game, so you shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”
“I’ve struggled sleeping, and I think my energy is drained from trying to make sure I’m doing everything right with the new job. I have to go to the office sometime next week when you’re there for away games.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “Maybe we can share a room?”
“Perhaps.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“If we’re in the same city, we’re sharing a damn room.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, I agree with that. I didn’t know I’ve become so dependent on you. How did you make that happen?”
“Just slowly needled my way in over a year and a half.”
“Well done, sir. Now I don’t sleep well without you. Look what you did to me.”
“Trust me, I don’t sleep well without you either.”
She sighs over the phone. “We’ve become that nauseating couple.”
“Best news I’ve ever heard,” I say.
She chuckles. “So were you asked any stupid questions after the game?”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like . . . what cup size do you wear?”
“What?” I laugh. “I don’t think that’s ever asked.”
