“I don’t think they’d tell me.Not straight away, like.”
“I’m fucked.”
“You should roar something at your lad,” I say, nodding at the pitch.I stand, give a sharp whistle, then flop back down.“Ah, would you ever cop on!”
“He’s my fly-half.”
“Then you do have something to worry about.”
“I knew you only came here to wreck my head.”
“I just came to see how you were getting on.”
“You came to gloat.”
“I had a bit of free time, thought I’d swing by.”
“Free time, is it?You sure you’ve nothing better to be doing?”
They’re dead.All three of them.
Nick can’t hide his laughter.
“You’re a shower of bloody bastards.”
“I’ve no idea what you’re on about.”
“Nick, don’t insult me.”
“So…”
“Ah, fuck off.”
“You’re nervous.Do you have a romantic date?”
“I doubt you know anything about romance.”
“Don’t underestimate my charm and savoir-faire.”
“Do you speak French now, too?Casey is working miracles with you.”
Nick smiles.“Sometimes we make our own miracles.”
“If you could work miracles, your team wouldn’t suck so much.”
“What I’m saying is, the key is in ourselves.”
“I liked you better before, you know?Love doesn’t suit you.”
“Love is great.You should give it a try.”
“I could run you over with my car when you leave the facility.”
“Ah, Jamie.I knew this moment would come.I just thought you’d look for somewhere far away from the family.”
“I might not wait for you to leave; it would take too long.Maybe in the locker room…”
“Are you done?”
