Page 50 of Retaking the Shot
“I’m glad I had the night off,” I admitted.
“Me too.” He took a bite of steak. “How do the tickets work for your game?”
“What do you mean?”
“Kaylee mentioned today that she’d like to go to a game sometime, and I was just wondering how we can get seats together.”
“I’ll make it happen.” I took a sip of the sparkling cider.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I can get a few tickets if you have more people.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Just Kaylee.”
“Great. I’ll get you two tickets for any game you want. Just let me know.”
“Thanks. And you know she wants me to introduce her to your teammates.”
I chuckled around a bite of steak. “Does she now?”
“She wants me to set her up with Butcher.”
“Well, I’m sure I can arrange for her to meet him.”
He opened his mouth as though he was going to speak but closed it again.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“It’s nothing. Actually, I don’t know, you might think it’s something.”
A little prick of worry hit me. “Well, we won’t know unless you say it.”
He took a deep breath. “You were honest with me about Baylor, and I owe it to you to be honest as well. While I wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, Kaylee and I used to hook up when we both worked in London.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t expected that even though I knew Ford was bi. The fact that he had hooked up with other people didn’t bother me; I’d be a hypocrite if it did. Still, I had a couple of questions. “How long ago was that?”
“Almost a year.”
“And you two have been able to remain friends?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I was dealing with … stuff, and she was looking to have a good time. It was strictly a friends with benefits situation.”
“All right.” Even though Baylor and I dated, we had started as friends with benefits too. And our relationship didn’t have much time to turn into anything serious before he got traded.
“Are you still okay with me bringing her to your game?”
“Of course. If you say you guys are just friends, then I believe you. Besides, I like Kaylee, and she’s never acted like I was trying to steal her man. It’s all good.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
After finishing our meal, I cleared the dishes, leaving only the flickering candles on the table.
When I returned to Ford, he stood and offered his hand with a sparkle in his eyes. “How about we dance? I’ve always wanted a private dance with a private chef.”
I grinned, taking his hand. “Is that so?”
“Well, maybe just one chef.”
