Page 63 of Game Changer
“You just gotta get your head back to where it was this morning,” Kip suggested.
“That’s exactly what I was tryingnotto do. But I kept getting...distracted.”
“I knowI’vebeen thinking about it a lot.”
Scott laughed a bit. “What are you doing? You heading to work yet?”
“Soon. The event is in Brooklyn, at the museum, so I’ve got time. I don’t have to be there until six or so.”
“Oh.”
Kip wondered if he should tell Scott about his job interview.Why? So when I don’t get the job he can know exactly how big a failure his boyfriend is?
Instead, he said, “Hey, I was thinking about seeing if Dad wanted to go to the game with me tomorrow afternoon. The one here against Brooklyn.”
“Yeah?” Scott’s voice brightened a bit with this news.
“Yeah. He’s always been a Scouts fan, though obviously I’ll be cheering for you.”
“Obviously. I can probably get you tickets. Let me look into it.”
“Oh. No. That’s all right. I can—”
“It’s no problem. Those tickets are expensive.”
Kip frowned. “I can buy them.”
“I know,” Scott said gently. “I’m not trying to insult you. It’s just, I mean, it’s easy for me to ask for them and then you can save your money for something else. It’s no trouble at all.”
“Fine,” Kip said, because he didn’t want to get into an argument, and he reallycoulduse the money. But he wouldn’t make a habit of accepting these sorts of things from his millionaire celebrity boyfriend.
“So what’s your schedule like this week?” Scott asked, his voice a little lower.
“I work Tuesday to Friday. Nothing in the evenings, though.”
“I’m in town all week.”
“I know. I checked.”
“I’ve got long morning practices on Monday and Tuesday. But you’ll be at work anyway...”
“Maybe we could—” Kip said, at the same time that Scott said, “Will you come to my place tomorrow night?”
“Sure, yeah! Yeah, of course,” Kip said. “Be kind of convenient for work the next morning too. If you let me get any sleep, that is.”
“I will. I promise. Eventually.”
They both laughed, then Scott said, “Shit. I have to go. Sorry. But... I’ll see you tomorrow, right? And I’ll let you know about those tickets.”
“Yeah, tomorrow. For sure. And good luck tonight.”
“Thanks. Talk to you later.”
“Okay. Bye, Scott.”
They ended the call, and Kip started to get ready for work while his boyfriend...got ready to lead his team to victory against Montreal.
Kip shook his head. When would this stop feeling so surreal?
