There are limits to human ability
Logan
Tell that to the goalie I just sniped one past
Frankie
Touché
Frankie
Can’t wait to see you, heading for the train now!
Fuck. Well, I can give her something immediately. I stand up and send her a grinning, sweat-slicked bare chested selfie. She sends me back one of her and Sloane wearing competing jerseys.
Toth bumps against mine. “Who’s the girl?”
I smack my phone into my chest. “Get out of my face.”
“Secret girlfriend?”
“Your grandma.”
“Dude.” He makes a wounded sound.
I put my phone away, making sure it’s locked, and finish stripping down, then head to the showers, my brain spinning the whole way about what I’ll say to Frankie. Because I have to go out with the team, but all I want to do is sprint outside and find my wife before she gets on the Metro.
In twenty-four hours, I’m getting on the team plane and I won’t be back for months. There’s still so much I need to say to her.
CHAPTER 28
FRANKIE
We’re halfway home on the E Line, still well surrounded by other hockey game attendees, when my phone rings.
If it wasn’t Logan, I wouldn’t answer it.
Since it is, I answer it with glee, because my heart has been in my throat since we left the arena.
“Hi,” I whisper. “I’m on the train.”
“Can you talk?” He sounds like he’s out of breath.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I need to get on the bus in a second, but I found a quiet corner. It’s a long story I’ll tell you later, but I have to go out with the team for a bit.” His voice dips. “I’ll duck out as soon as possible. I can’t wait to see you. I want to sleep wrapped around you again tonight.”
“I want that, too.” I glance around. Only Sloane and Liz are paying any attention to me. Everyone else in this car in LA jerseys is completely oblivious to the fact that I’m talking to the guy they all saw score two goals against their team. That’s surreal. “I, um, don’t have to get up early in the morning.”
“Oh yeah?”
“What time do you have to get back there?”
“Eight or nine would be fine. My first timing would be a team meeting at ten.”
My heart, still in my throat, twirls with excitement. That feels like oodles of time. “Okay, well…see you at some point? We might not be home for an hour anyway.”
“An hour?” He sounds incredulous.
