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I glance around the front foyer. The Waters’ house is dated. Most of the furniture is new, but the curtains are poufy, and there are a lot of knickknacks. None of the colors seem to belong together. Vi calls it a boxing match between a bohemian gypsy and a southern belle. I’m not sure what that means, but it’s hard to look at.
I set my bag down by the front door. Su
“Can I use the bathroom?” I’ve had to go for the past hour.
“You know where it is.” She doesn’t make a move to touch me, or hug me, so I take off my shoes—something Canadians seem hung up about—and head down the hall.
The main-floor bathroom is small, so there isn’t much to help me out in the freshening-up area. I find mouthwash under the sink and rinse with that. I’ve been wearing my hat since I got out of the shower, so I have to wet my hair to fix the hat head I’m sporting. My armpits could use a shot of Axe, but it’s not as bad as it could be. Another shower would help. I find some Lady Speed Stick and rub it under my pits. I smell like flowers and cucumbers, but it’s better than BO, so I’ll take it.
Su
I peek around the jamb in time to get a glimpse of side boob before she pulls a sports bra over her head. Then she goes back to digging through her drawer to find a shirt.
Su
“Just a sec.” The rustle of fabric makes me sad. A few seconds later she opens the door.
She’s changed into some loose, sporty, sheer tank-top thing. It’s meant to be worn with something underneath it. Her chest is significantly flatter than usual, thanks to the sports bra. I’m not a boob man. Well, I guess that’s not true. Every heterosexual man loves boobs. I don’t care about the size of them. As long as there’s a nipple and something to hold on to, I’m happy.
My favorite part of a woman’s body is legs. Su
I’m about to step inside her room, which I’ve only been in once before, when Su
“Right. Sure. That’s cool. I couldn’t find you; I wasn’t sure if you’d gone back to bed.”
“I wanted to change into something more comfortable.”
This is Su
She closes her bedroom door and steps around me. There’s nothing for me to do except follow her downstairs to the living room. On the up side, I get to stare at her legs. Su
I sit in the middle of the couch and pat the cushion beside me. “Come on, Su
She pulls her legs up and tucks her feet under her. “I can do that from here.”
I keep patting the cushion, and she keeps glaring. Eventually I abandon the couch and go to her, kneeling so we’re at eye level. “I know you’re mad, and I don’t blame you, Su
She twists her hands together and sighs. “It’s not the same, and you know it. All that stuff about Alex is garbage, and all the stuff about you is true.”
“Used to be true. That’s not how it is anymore.”
Up until the last few months, the pictures that appeared on the hockey fan sites and gossip columns had been just what they seemed. I’ve been with a lot of bu
Su
Unfortunately a lot of my fans happen to be women who dress slutty.
I need to find a way to convince Su
Su
“I didn’t even use the bathroom on the plane. They’re disgusting. I try to go before I get on.”
“So maybe you waited until after you got off the plane. Maybe you did it in the rental car. Maybe you stopped at her house on the way here. And then maybe you had a shower so I wouldn’t suspect anything and then had sex again in the shower with her, and I bet she gave you her number and—”
“Who are you talking about? Is there some rumor or something that I don’t know about? I didn’t meet any bu
Su
“Do you mean hypothetical?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth! Didn’t you land around eleven? You were supposed to be here hours ago, even with your missed flight. How do I know you actually missed the flight in the first place?”
“You can ask Violet. She dropped me off at the airport.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Pfft. How do I know she wouldn’t lie for you?”
“There’s no way in hell Vi would lie for me, especially about something like that.”
She gives me an incredulous look. “You forgot you were coming to see me!”
“I didn’t forget. I got the flight times wrong.”
Her cute little chin starts to tremble. I’ve seen this happen before. Not with Su
“How do I know you didn’t stop at a frat dorm tonight and you’re using autocorrect as an excuse? You do that a lot, you know.”
“You also know I suck with spelling.”
“That’s not the real issue, and you know it.”
I sigh and drop my head to her knee. Her skin is soft and warm, and it smells like her name. Or what I think sunshine would smell like if it were something I could actually smell. Her whole body tenses. After a few seconds she runs her fingers through my hair. I totally get why dogs love to be scratched behind their ears. I forget there’s a question and rub my cheek on her leg.