Page 37 of Playing for Keeps
Once dressed, he went downstairs to join the rest of the team in the restaurant. Most of the lads looked perky enough. Except poor Ingvar who had sunglasses on.
He stood when Udo approached and held his hand out.
“Thanks, man.”
“Anytime.”
The other lads must’ve heard about Udo and Shaun’s rescue mission as they all nodded in his direction.
Udo beamed and took his seat. “I’m starving.”
They all straightened up as Steven approached. Udo tensed.
“Good morning, all,” Steven said.
He frowned at Ingvar.
“What’s the matter with him?” he asked Adam.
“Migraine.”
“Hmmm, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”
His gaze swept over Udo and to Ewen.
“Decent breakfast?”
Ewen nodded.
“Is he on drugs?” Shaun, who was on Udo’s other side asked. “He’s grinning like the bloody Cheshire Cat.”
Udo had no desire to be drawn into that conversation. Especially with Shaun. Not now things were on the up ever so slightly.
“Must be high on life. I need food and quickly.”
He got up and made his way over to the buffet.
The hotel served everything anyone could wish for. Bagels, kippers, porridge and the obligatory full English breakfast.
Udo opted for berries and yoghurt.
“Very healthy.”
Steven stood next to him. He was peering at the cold meat selection.
“I’m sorry about last night. I came on a bit strong.”
“Don’t be silly,” Udo replied. “I wanted it just as much.”
“I need to talk to you,” he said to Udo. “This afternoon when we get back. Come to mine.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Probably not.”
Udo sighed. “Aren’t you terrified?”
Steven met his gaze. “Fucking bricking it. Listen, take as long as you need. Or we just put it to bed. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”
