Page 66 of Rookie Move
“You know, this sweater isreallywarm,” she babbled. “It’s cashmere.”
He gave her an odd look. “Good to know, Princess,” he said, pulling out his Katt Phone.
Georgia did the same, and was greeted by a text from Becca.Guess where I am! I’ll give you three tries.
Georgia was too distracted to play the game.I give up.
You are a drag. Now I’m not going to tell you.
Fine. Be that way, Georgia replied.
“Georgia?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you frowning?”
“Um, just texting with Rebecca,” she said, raising her eyes to her father’s. “Why?”
He was studying her with narrowed eyes. “You’re acting strange today.”
“How do you figure?” Was she? Georgia had been a skillful liar during her teen years. But she was probably rusty these days.
“Are you all right?” her father asked.
“Perfectly.”
“Is it hard on you?”
“What?”
Her father glanced around, the special scowl he saved for Leo creeping onto his face. “Traveling withhim?”
No blushing, she reminded herself. “He’s fine.”Damn. “I mean,it’sfine. I’m fine.”We are all fine!She needed to stop talking now.
He chewed his lip. “Let me know if he bothers you in any way.”
“Um, okay.” It felt traitorous not to stick up for Leo. Her father was the one acting strange. But her father would not like to know what had happened between them, and Georgia was too uncertain about what it all meant to make any bold declarations. So she sat there, mute, until her father finally gave up and went back to pecking at his Katt phone.
When Georgia got onto the jet a half hour later, the firstface she saw was Becca’s. Her roommate beckoned frantically. “Sit with me! I’ve missed you.”
“But of course.” Georgia put her bag into the overhead compartment, her eyes flicking to the rear of the plane, where the meeting room door was already closed. But if Becca was here, that meant Nate needed to huddle up with the coaching staff and the GM en route to the next game. Was that weird? They’d won last night. That should put the boss at ease, right? She sat down beside Becca. “Everything okay?” she asked quietly. If Nate was worried about her father’s coaching, would he hover like this?
Becca shrugged. “I don’t know what the boss man is up to. He called me last night and asked me to pack a bag. So here I am. Maybe he just wants to watch the new coach in action. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she said, reading Georgia’s mind.
Georgia wanted to believe her. “Okay. What’s up with you?”
“The mango is gone. And there are no new science experiments in our kitchen.”
“Yay!” Georgia clapped.
Becca narrowed her eyes. “That is a lot of excitement over a clean refrigerator. You look awfully cheery today.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Georgia insisted. But heat began to climb up her neck.
Her roommate’s eyes bulged. “Holy shizzle. Georgia Worthington gotlaid.”
Georgia reached over to clamp her hand over Becca’s mouth. “Shut it. I swear to God. You are going to get me in so much trouble.” Becca stuck out her tongue in retaliation, wetting Georgia’s hand. “Ew!” She released Becca’s mouth and wiped her hand on Becca’s wool Bruisers scarf.
