Page 83 of Slapshot
“Don’t worry, honey, you’re prettier.” She kisses the air.
It’s actually pretty sweet to see people fawning over my boyfriend.
“Speaking of the game, do you want to come with me tomorrow night?”
“Oh no,” she says and sighs. “I feel very conflicted between morals and obligation.”
“No obligation necessary, but it should be a good game.”
She hums. “It was so much nicer when you were working for the team and I could just meet up with you after. Yes, of course I will be there with you. What colors are BU?”
“You can’t wear rival colors, Viv. We’ll be flocked and tossed out.”
Lex turns back around. “Did I just hear Vivian agree to come to our game tomorrow night?”
“She did. Just look for the dot of red in the student section.”
“That’ll go over well.”
Vivian shuts her laptop and stows it in her backpack. “Okay, I gotta go to class. Wish me luck.”
“You’ve got this,” I tell her. “Text me later.”
Lex stretches out and drapes his arm around the back of my chair. “Are you sure you’re okay coming to the game tomorrow?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. Why wouldn’t I come?”
“Okay. It’s just that I know it might be hard watching the game from the stands instead of the bench. I wouldn’t blame you if you said you’d rather get the highlight version from me after, is all.”
“I still want the highlight version.” I lean forward and place a kiss on his lips. “But I will absolutely be there. I finally get to cheer for my boyfriend like a normal girlfriend.”
He grins.
“Well, assuming Viv doesn’t get us kicked out.”
Ash appears at the end of the table with his backpack over one shoulder and a scone in hand. “Hey, Vonne, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning.” He slides into the seat Vivian vacated.
“I left my phone at the house,” Lex says. “What’s up?”
“I talked to my uncle and we’re on for this summer. Six weeks of parking golf carts and wiping down clubs, and we can stay in his house rent free. We just have to cover utilities.”
“No way.” My boyfriend’s mouth pulls into a big smile. “Really?”
“Really. You in?”
“Yes. That’s amazing. Thank you.”
“Awesome.” Ash takes a big bite of his scone and smiles around it. “I have to run or I’m going to be late. We’ll talk details later.”
“What was that about?” I ask.
“His uncle owns a golf course outside of Boston. You’re looking at the newest cart boy.”
“What about the internship at Dalager?”
“I called your dad again this morning and told him I couldn’t take it. I appreciate that he held it open for me, and yeah, maybe it’d open some doors for me, and it’d be fun as hell, but I need to do this on my own.”
“I can understand that.”
