"I brought the bra.” He kept his gaze trained on the sidewalk ahead of them.
Delia's mouth dropped open. "You've had it here for two days and didn't tell me?" He smirked, and she playfully smacked his arm. "When am I going to get it back?"
"It was a gift."
"No, it was a loan?—"
"It's my emotional support bra."
She barked a laugh. “When I arrive in Calgary with all my stuff, I want it hand delivered to my door.”
“What day does that happen again?”
“You know exactly what day it is.” May the fourth. She knew he remembered because every time they talked about it he breathed like Darth Vader. “Ooh, hold on a sec.”
Delia stepped to the side of the walkway and pulled out her phone. She grinned and turned the screen to Jack. “I told her to take a picture when she walked out.”
Jack peered closer. “She looks so happy.”
Delia nodded, barely able to contain her excitement. Five minutes prior, her mother had turned in her badge and walked out of her last job for the last time. After twenty-five years, she’d finally get to do what she’d always wanted. Be a stay-at-home mom.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” He cupped her face with his hands and pressed his lips against hers.
She sighed and was about to say something sage like, No, you’re incredible, when the sound of someone tapping on glass caught her attention. Delia looked to her right and busted up laughing.
“What the hell?” Jack’s cheeks turned pink when he caught sight of it–the entire Snowballs team inside the windows of the pub in front of them. Brett was turned with his hands wrapped around his back getting frisky, Tyler was staring dramatically into Emma’s eyes as she pretended to swoon, and some guy Delia hadn’t met yet was giving Sean a lap dance.
“We have to go in, right?” Delia said through her smile. “Since they drove all the way down to see you play.”
“Just for a minute?”
She nodded. “Then straight up to the room for . . . rest.”
“So much rest.” Jack grabbed her arm and spun her into a dip, then kissed her breathless to muted cheers through the glass.
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