Page 129 of Edging Coach
“Sure. I can put on my sleep pants?—”
“No.” I winced at the stridency in my tone. “Sorry. You decide?—”
He shook his head. “I’m not greeting the pizza guy. I just feel like lazing about.”
“I like you when youlaze about.” Memories of Tofino flashed into my mind. The two of us on the couch. Lying in bed and reveling in the fact that we had nowhere to be and were accountable to no one.
The hotel phone rang.
I grabbed it and managed a coherent answer when the concierge said the pizza delivery gal was on her way up. I grabbed my wallet.
Jack cocked his head. “You didn’t pay on the website?”
“Oh, I did. And left a hefty tip. But I want to give more.”
“Why? I mean, good on you, but?—”
“I didn’t realize just how cold it is out there.” I pulled a couple of American twenties out of my wallet. Green and white. The Canadian twenty-dollar bill was also green. But a soft green with colored accents. I loved our money. Blue for five. Purple for ten. Green for twenty. Red for fifty, and brown for one hundred. And with rotating important historical figures. We didn’t just settle for dead Prime Ministers.
A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie about Canadian currency.
No wonder Jack was giving me a concerned look with alittle furrow in his brow. He stepped out of sight as I answered the door.
The woman had to be near retirement age—if not older. She gazed at me. “You’re a cute one. Too bad you don’t live in Denver.” She pulled the two pizza boxes from the padded bag.
I snagged them and then thrust the bills toward her.
She cocked her head. “Young man, you already tipped me.”
“Here’s more.”
She shook her head.
I dropped it into the bag, reentered my room, and shut the door. I might’ve heardtwitas she left. I laughed. I was certain she’d find somewhere to spend it. If not on herself, then on someone else.
Jack grabbed the pizzas. “So freaking good. I love that smell.”
“Yeah. What do you want to drink?”
“Diet cola?”
“Got lots of that.” I grabbed a diet for him and a regular for me.
As we ate, we discussed Vancouver’s chances to win the Cup. We discussed the Grizzlies’ winning streak.
We didn’t discuss his resignation or the press conference from hell.
When we were finished, I put the leftover pizza in the fridge and Jack put the empty cans of pop in the recycling bin. I eyed him. “You must be chilly. Do you want to get changed?”
“You said you wanted me like this.” He arched an eyebrow.
“I did, didn’t I? Because I like looking at your damn sexy legs.”
He rolled his eyes.
I snagged his hand and tugged him toward me. “I don’t think I’ve told you how much I appreciate you being here.”
“Your reaction to me arriving let me know?”
