Page 42 of Sew Matcha in Love
I’d worn my hair down in loose waves today, and I pulled it all to one side and over my shoulder as I found the words to respond, fidgeting with the waves and twisting them into a single long ringlet.
“I think it would be fun,” I said. “But it’s a long drive, and my little car’s snow tires aren’t anything I’d trust on a slippery highway, especially with the girls in the back. Could we ride with you?”
“You can. But know there will be a lot of down time. I like to get there early, and then there’s press afterward and, well, you’d be there really late.”
“I see. Never mind then. Another time. Maybe your next Saturday game?”
He caught my gaze and held it but didn’t say anything.
“I think you have a Saturday game after your next road trip?”
He nodded. “How ’bout this? You can ride in with me, and I’ll catch a ride home with Monty. The snow should be cleared by then. He owes me after that stunt.”
I grinned. “He sure does.”
“You can drive the van?”
“Oh, yeah, I used to drive Shanna’s all the time. And it’s not as, um,newor sturdy as yours.”
He grinned. “It does have great snow tires. I’ll tell the girls.” He pushed off from the counter.
“Wait!”
He paused and waited for me to speak.
“Um, silly question. What do I wear?”
He grinned. “Anything blue. Jeans?”
“I don’t have jeans. Leggings? I could hem up a skirt to knee length, and I have a navy vest and?—”
He held up his hand to stop my nervous stream of words. “Leggings are fine. No need to alter a skirt. You can wear one of my jerseys. It’ll probably fit you like a dress.”
I gaped at him. A jersey? I’d never worn a jersey from any sport. They didn’t look very comfortable. “Um, okay. If you think that’s best.”
“You’ll match the girls, and they’ll love it.” He laid his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t overthink it and you’ll have a great time.”
Don’t overthink it? He might as well have told me not to breathe.
I hurried to my room to text Tasha.Please tell me you’re going to the game early tonight. I’m taking the girls, and I need to know EVERYTHING.
Tasha calledme instead of texting back, and she did her best to put me at ease. I didn’t know why I was so anxious about taking the girls to a game. Yes, there would be a lot of people there, but I’d be busy with Isla and Amelie, and I knew who to ask if I needed help. She reminded me of those things and invited us to watch from the suite Monty purchased for the game.
His Nana Booboo was coming tonight for his birthday, and only the best seats would do.
I’d met Nancy Biddington a few times, and she was a delight.
Well, she’d scared me a little as a child, but I grew to love her once I understood her. She was good friends with Miss Clarice, who I learned was also coming to the game.
I really needn’t worry.
After seeing me dressed in Zaki’s jersey, black leggings, a black turtleneck, and black boots, the twins insisted on wearing their own black leggings, turtlenecks, and boots. Zaki thought that was adorable and had us pose for a mini photo shoot on the porch steps.
While it snowed.
We lasted about five minutes before we ran back inside into the warmth.
It was just as cold at ice level, where we watched the warmups, but toasty in the suite. No coats, hats or mittens needed up there, thank goodness.
