Page 56 of Rookie Move
“I don’t know what to tell you, sweetie.” Becca sighed. “At least one of us shouldn’t be lonely.”
“But we’re not!” Georgia insisted. “So what if we don’t have a guy? We have a great roommate. We have great jobs...”
“...Decent jobs, which we’re both in danger of losing.”
“Okay,decentjobs. Fine. And an apartment in one of the nicest neighborhoods in the world.”
“There’s a mouse in the kitchen again.”
“Damn it! You’re not making this whole pep talk thing easy.”
Becca laughed. “It isn’t, though. Because Iwanta guy in my life. I want a partner, and kids. I’d go gay for you, hon, but adoption is expensive. And then there’s the matter of your not having a dick.”
“It’s always something with you.” Georgia wished she could just fly home now and sit on the ugly couch with Bec. Where things were easy.
“Did Nate make it to yoga? He was worried about flight delays out of Teterboro.”
“He made it. Looking Zen as ever.”
“In his I-am-not-afraid-to-wear-tight-shorts shorts?”
“Yep.” Georgia hesitated. “Do you think he has the technology to hear everything we say on these things? Maybe he monitors us.”
“Maybe. Did I tell you that I plan on working an extra twelve hours today? And I’m skipping lunch just to get some extra work done.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Love you, George. I have to go get some actual work done.”
“You’re very convincing. Bye!”
***
Georgia waited in the hotel lobby for her calendar boys. The blog had asked for Castro as well as Leo for their au naturel pictures.
Castro was the first to arrive. “Hey, Killer,” he said witha smile. Castro had quite a nice smile, actually. He was a winger who’d been Nate’s first trade after he’d acquired the team. He had the most unusual coloring Georgia had ever seen on a man—flawless brown skin and unexpectedly pale hazel eyes. No wonder Hockey Hotties wanted to photograph him. If he left hockey, he had a future in modeling.
“Hey, Castro. I guess that nickname is going to stick around.”
“Seems so.” He grinned.
Thanks, Dad. She surveyed the busy lobby, and her vision snagged on a tall, dark, sharply dressed man coming toward her.
Leo.
You’d think after a couple of weeks she’d be used to the sight of him. But no such luck. He wore his game-night suit and cocky smile, and her heart did a slutty shimmy just at the sight of him. She was thoroughly confused about what it meant to have him back in her life, but her subconscious wasn’t confused at all. Whenever he appeared, all her senses leapt to attention. And now she knew what that muscle felt like under her hands when they kissed...
“Hi, gorgeous,” he said, looking as dashing as ever.
Yowza. It was going to be a long afternoon. “Hey there. Are you ready to play tonight?”
His smile faded. “We’ll see.”
“How was practice?”
“Epically bad.”
Noooo. “Did something happen?” She didn’t know how much more drama she could take.
