A pang of jealousy twists in my chest. It doesn’t diminish my happiness for them, but it still hurts. “I wish I could join you,” I say.
“I wish you could too,” she agrees with a soft smile. “I take Eric and Mariana out a lot too. I’m lucky. I get to see my family as often as I can.” She reaches for my hand, squeezes it. “Except with you, as often as possible is never often enough. But I know you’re busy in Vegas.” She chuckles, but it’s bittersweet. “How could I not, married to your father all those years?”
Audrey runs up just then, offering to read to us, only it’s less an offer than an order. And I have no problem with that.
The evening unwinds until it’s just family, and then just Mom and me, and I go back to my hotel room instead of talking late into the night because I have an early flight tomorrow.
What would it be like if I didn’t have to get on a flight tomorrow?
If I could be here longer, or more often, or just more regularly? It would be easier to leave if I knew when I’d be back.
Commuting to Vegas would be ridiculous.
But maybe if I could work remotely every third week.
Or every other week.
Or maybe something truly crazy.
Once the idea takes hold, it won’t let go. Almost as soon as I land in Vegas, I text Matthew and ask him to meet me at The Extravagant poker tables. I don’t tell him why. When he joins me and we sit, the dealer sliding out our cards, he doesn’t push for an explanation. He knows I’ll toss the question out to him when I’m ready.
And I do.
“What would you think if we were to try to move the team to San Francisco?”
He doesn’t laugh and tell me the idea is mad, doesn’t grin and tell me it’ll be easy.
He handles my question as he handles all business questions—thoughtfully.
“We’d have to analyze it. Run the numbers, make sure it makes financial sense. But given the way attendance has been going the last few years, this could be the ideal solution.”
It could. The ideal solution to a lot of things.
6
Nadia
The idea might not have been completely insane, but the past couple of months certainly have been. City officials to convince, NFL execs to persuade, players and staff to inform, all while keeping airtight security until we’re ready to inform the press.
The league ends up helping to expedite the move, or I wouldn’t have been able to do it so quickly. My dad had a lot of goodwill banked with a few key people, and it doesn’t hurt that the projected network revenue is in my favor.
By the time I head to New York for the prestigious Lawson Media World Sports Awards, my dominoes are lined up and I’m ready to tell key people so they don’t learn it from the news. So, feeling a little giddy, I shoot Crosby an oh-so-casual, I-have-bombshell-news-to-share text.
* * *
Nadia: Hey, you. At the ceremony in New York, do you think you might be able to steal some time for your favorite childhood friend?
* * *
Crosby: What? Your brother’s going to be there?
* * *
Nadia: Oh, stop. I know you like me best.
* * *
Crosby: Guilty. Just don’t tell Eric.
* * *
Nadia: I would never.
* * *
Crosby: You’re a better dancer. And you did, after all, get my giraffe socks back for me.
* * *
I laugh. In the middle of negotiations for the move, I never expected to be ransoming his lucky socks from the ex-girlfriend who took them hostage. He got his good-luck charm back, and I got the satisfaction of knowing the crazy woman was out of his life . . . and that I was solidly in it. That’s what I wanted. Dates would pass through, but friends stuck around for good.
I send another note.
* * *
Nadia: Are you going to wear them with one of your fabulous tuxedos at the Lawson Media World Sports Awards?
* * *
Crosby: I thought I might wear a Hawaiian shirt. Do you think I’ll make the best-dressed list?
* * *
Nadia: I could wear one too, and we could end up on Who Wore It Better?
* * *
Crosby: No, we wouldn’t, because there’s no contest there.
* * *
Nadia: You think you’d win?
* * *
Crosby: I think it would be a crime against fashion and humanity if you covered all that up with a baggy Hawaiian shirt.
* * *
Nadia: All that? Could you be more specific?
* * *
Crosby: You don’t need to fish for compliments, Wild Girl. You know you’re gorgeous.
* * *
Nadia: But it’s nice to hear that you think so.
* * *
Crosby: If you were in doubt, I have been seriously remiss. And also, I should visit Vegas again, because obviously I have a poker face to beat all.
