I don’t share your vision for the concession rollout. If this is the best option available for our new shortstop, I suggest we hold off. Maybe run a social media contest?
Best,
Hawk
My HR-friendly response provided her with everythingshe needed to know. He wasn’t getting a concession item, and she knew I didn’t give a fuck.
When the team jet landed at Logan, I deplaned quickly, and made a beeline for the hired car. When I finally knocked on Kendra’s door, I was ready to collapse.
“Come on in; it’s open.” My initial instinct was to lecture her not to leave her door unlocked. I hated that she was on the first floor, street level. Safe neighborhood? Yes. But it was all relative if someone wanted to break into her apartment.
I dropped my bag just inside. The only light came from the television, and was just enough for me to see her outline on the couch. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she was wearing the Minutemen hoodie she’d stolen from me. Her laptop lay open on her lap, a sign that she had brought work home with her—again.
Pulling the laptop off her lap, I carefully placed it on the coffee table before crawling on top of her. Her fingers threaded through my hair, and her nails scratched my scalp rhythmically.
“How was your day, dear?”
“Better now.” That was the last thing I remembered until Kendra shook me awake in the middle of the night.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
She pushed and prodded me as I changed out of my work clothes and into a t-shirt and shorts I left her the last time I stayed over. Yes, we usually spent more time in my penthouse, but Kendra had stressed the importance of us also spending time at her apartment. Her comfort level with my wealth changed almost as quickly as the New Englandweather. She would prefer it if money never came up, an attitude that was both refreshing and concerning.
We brushed our teeth side by side before crawling into bed.
“God, your bed is so much more comfortable than mine.”
“That’s because I didn’t have someone pick out a mattress they thought was best for me. I tried these all myself and picked out my favorite.”
I pulled her into me, spooning her before falling asleep.
FORTY-ONE
kendra
I fumbledto find my phone when my alarm blared in the morning. Jonathan’s arm weighed me down and kept the blaring music out of my reach.
The man usually woke up on his own easily. That even my alarm wouldn’t get him to budge was a testament to how tired he was.
“Hey,” I said, nudging him.
“Grr.” His half-grunted reply sent me into a fit of giggles.
“I’ll make breakfast if you wake up.”
His eyes popped open. “Banana pancakes?”
I mentally cataloged the ingredients I had on hand. “Yes.”
“Real maple syrup?”
“Of course.” At some point growing up, I learned that not every family was raised on real maple syrup. Most of my friends used pancake syrup, a disgusting blend of high fructose corn syrup and maple flavoring.
“Okay. Are we going to the gymtoday?”
“How about we play outside instead? I think we both could use to take an actual rest day.”
“Are you proposing that we treat today like an actual weekend?”
