“Sounds quiet. I’m slightly envious; even the dog was noisy last night at our house.” Yet Ford still has a broad smile as he says that.
I chuckle once. “That’s the way you like it.”
He stands and points a finger at me. “True. One day you will see that hockey isn’t everything.”
“I’m counting the days,” I say in a mundane tone.
He waves me off. “I’ll be in my office and will see you in about thirty minutes to go over logistics for some of the proposals you made for pre-season training camp next year. We can video call your GM.”
“Great,” I call out as Ford heads off.
I arrived in Lake Spark with ideas, from schedules to a list of demands of what would be needed for the team to train well. For one, we need a full commitment for specific dates and office space for the coaching staff. I’m confident that we can make it all happen.
Glancing down at my watch to check my heartrate, I remember I have a little break before heading into the day full force. Grabbing my phone, I pull up Violet’s name to type her a message.
Me
No go for lunch. Can we meet later tonight?
I see the dots bouncing in the chat. I know she’s at her store, as she mentioned once needing to be there by eight in the morning.
Violet
Whatever will I do on my lunch break now?
I love her banter.
I’m sure you will figure something out. Just don’t come, it will be better if you wait.
She sends me a few shocked emojis.
Pff. Fine.
7?
Should work. I’ll pick something up on my way there. Ruin your room service standards with peasant food.
I scan the area to ensure that nobody notices the beaming smile that I’m wearing.
I’m a laid-back guy, you know that.
That you like to lie on your back? Why, yes, I do know that.
An audible laugh escapes me.
Says the woman who wears ridiculously expensive lingerie… Yeah, I noticed.
It’s for a good cause.
I’m a cause now?
No. But my need for enjoyment is.
Just arrive naked under your clothes, then we don’t need to debate this.
Nah, I’d only do the whole arrive-naked thing if I was wearing your hockey jersey. Such as shame you no longer play hockey… you own a team instead.
The image of her in my jersey twists me in a way that I don’t like. I want to hate it… but damn, I entertain the idea in my head.
