“That’s three times now that you’ve made me food. I would have thought you’d have people to do that. Hell, I would have thought you’d have people to ask other people to do that.”
“I did when I lived with Camilla. But when it was just me, I learned to fend for myself.”
“Takeout?” Keeley questions with a Cheshire-cat grin and she’s spot-on.
“Almost every night, though I can cook. I just don’t have time anymore.”
“Maybe we should write a list of things we’d do if we weren’t workaholics.”
“Oh, yeah? And what would we do with those lists?”
“Toss them in the garbage, because let’s face it—we’re never going to change.” She laughs to herself while my stomach knots. I’m anxious about work, there’s no doubt about it, but at the same time, I don’t want to go back. Not while she’s at home.
And definitely not while she’s begging me to stay.
Only, I’m hoping my surprise will help with that.
I just have to wait until tomorrow.
Chapter Fifty
KEELEY
Ihave a vague memory of someone kissing my head, and when I wake, I find Sal’s side of the bed empty. With a smile, I stretch my body, groaning as it aches in all the right places.
I have never had sex that many times in one night, and I have to say, for a man twenty years older, Sal has incredible stamina. If I hadn’t said I needed sleep, I have no doubt he would have gone again.
With a deep breath to prepare for more muscle soreness, I lift my head and check the time to see it’s already nine a.m. Considering how early I fell asleep, I thought I’d be up before the sun.
After taking a moment to half twist, half crawl out of bed, I slip into my summer robe, sans clothes, and wrap it around myself, hiding the goods, hoping to tease Sal enough that he carries me back in here for round five this morning.
Since Sal set me up with my crutches close by, I quietly thank him and walk out toward the kitchen, assuming he’s making breakfast. “God. You must have fucked me into a coma last night because I slept like— Oh, Jesus.”
I tighten the robe around myself and secure the tie, smiling awkwardly at the three huge football players standing around my kitchen counter.
“Hi.” I wave hesitantly as Luke cracks up laughing, with Reed and Zane standing awkwardly beside him.
“Well, well, well. I’m not sure that’s what the doctor meant when he said you need to be taken care of,” Luke muses, making Sal groan as he turns away and walks out of the room, mumbling something about making a phone call.
“Nice to see you all. To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“We heard through the grapevine that you were struggling with boredom,” Reed fills me in, his lips pulled into a smile.
“But it looks like you found something to pass the time.” Luke winks and I roll my eyes.
“You caught me.”
“Yeah, we did.” Luke bounces his eyebrows, and Zane elbows him in the stomach.
“Now you’re just being creepy. Jokes aside, we came to check on you. How are you feeling?” Zane asks, his gaze dropping to my ankle.
“I’m okay. As long as I keep my foot elevated, the pain’s relatively manageable.”
“I’d imagine lying on your back helps with that.” Luke laughs at his own joke before covering his mouth and mumbling an apology. “Last one, I promise. Though I was going to ask about you and D’Angelo. I guess I don’t have to now.”
“I guess you don’t and that’s all I’m going to say. Moving on. How’s practice going? Are you all set for the opening game this weekend? Please tell me my replacement spoke to at least one of you about doing an interview with?—”
Luke puts his finger to my lips, shushing me loudly. “No talking shop or you’ll get us in trouble with the boss.” He glances over his shoulder.
