Page 77 of Dibs
“Want to talk to the boys tonight?” I inquired, looking over at a bare-chested Gage.
“About moving in together?”
“Yeah.”
He sat up and turned to face me. “Do you think it’s best, given the shit with Lisa?”
“You don’t want to live together anymore?”
He reached over and cupped my thigh. “Of course, I do. You know that.”
I sighed. “I get it. Just sucks.”
“I know.” He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know what I’ll do if the judge either keeps things the same or gives her more time.”
“You don’t think a judge will do that, given how far away she is, do you?” At least when Jamie and I got divorced, she stayed in Denver for me. Even though I was on the road for half of a season, I still knew I could come home to my kids. What would happen if the judge’s order was for Lisa to have summers with them? That would be the end of travel ball for Dylan during that time. What if she got weeks at a time for major holidays? That would devastate Gage.
“I don’t know, to be honest.” He blew out a breath.
“We’ll get through this. Let’s hold off on telling the boys we want to move in together until you’re done dealing with this shit,” I suggested.
“Deal, but I still wouldn’t mind looking at houses together.” He smiled.
I grinned back. “That reminds me. When I told you that Lisa hadn’t won because she was living in some fancy house, I meant because we can pool our money and buy something together. Besides, did you see any ocean views from her place?”
“No.”
“I bet you the next five blowjobs that her name isn’t on the deed either and there’s a prenup waiting for her to sign.”
“You’re probably right.”
“So, you owe me five blowjobs.” I winked.
Gage threw his head back and chuckled. “You act like that’s a punishment.”
* * *
I’d never goneto a job interview before. Luckily for me, I had a boyfriend who had, and he made sure I picked out the perfect suit and tie. Climbing into my Lexus, I drove to the network’s building. Even though they had sought me out, I was still nervous as I pulled up, but what was the worst that could happen? I wouldn’t get a job that I hadn’t been seeking.
Making my way into the building, I stopped at the front desk. “Chase Matthewson. I have a three o’clock meeting with Mr. English.”
“Please have a seat, and I’ll let him know you’re here.” The receptionist motioned to the chairs behind me.
“Thanks.” I turned and walked over to take a seat. Highlights of the games from the previous days were playing on the TV.
Before I got too engrossed in what’d I’d missed around the league, I heard my name. “Chase Matthewson, great to meet you.” I stood and walked toward the man with his hand outstretched. “I’m Larry English.”
“Nice to meet you too.” I shook his hand.
“Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Coffee?”
“Water would be great, thanks.”
He nodded to the receptionist, and she hurried off.
As we made our way through the building, Larry gave me a mini tour. He pointed out offices of people I didn’t know and various other rooms. He showed me the studio for the on-air pre- and post-game shows, and then he brought me to a conference room where several other people were waiting. Larry introduced me to more executives and then I sat in the seat he had motioned for me to take. The receptionist placed a bottle of water in front of me and made a quick escape.
Each person around the oval table had a notepad and pen in front of them. Before they could begin to interview me, I said what had been on my mind for a few days.
