Page 85 of Truth or More Truth
“Really? Even though Chicago lost last weekend?”
“Yeah, that was a heartbreaker, but what sports fan wouldn’t want to go, no matter who’s playing?” Her voice is wistful, and I know she’s not angling for me to take her with me, but I’m going to shoot my shot and ask her anyway.
“You wanna go with me?”
Melissa points her thumb at her chest as her jaw drops. “Me?”
“No, my other girlfriend sitting next to you,” I tease, wondering if she’ll comment on me calling her my girlfriend both now and earlier with Jimmie.
She playfully swats my arm. “You’d better not have any other girlfriends.”
I slip my arm around her and press a kiss to her temple. “Only you, Pookie.”
She rolls her eyes. “But the game is like ten days away. How will you get me a ticket?”
“I have my ways.”
“Ah, there’s the ol’ Bobby Joe confidence rearing its head again.”
“I notice you haven’t answered my question.” I give her a little squeeze.
Her eyebrows draw together. “What . . . oh, yes, I want to go with you!” She grabs my face between her hands and kisses me soundly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
I chuckle. “If I’d known this was the way to get you to kiss me, I’d have offered you a ticket a long time ago.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Like how long ago?”
I swallow. “Uh, well, since I first met you.”
“And when was that, again?” she teases.
“Back in May at Diego’s first game in Chicago, in the suite at Wrigley.”
“When you had no idea what my job was?”
I grimace. “Yes.”
“Why did you think I was there?”
I shrug. “I was so overwhelmed by your beauty that I couldn’t think about anything else.”
Melissa laughs. “Liar.”
“It’s true.” I take another sip of my drink to hide my smile.
“Hmm.” She taps her finger on her lips. “I guess I’ll let that slide. I’ll get on the phone first thing in the morning to get a plane ticket. I hope they’re not already sold out.”
“I’ve got you covered on that.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? You gonna fly me in your private jet you’ve been keeping secret from me?”
“Nope.” I flick the tip of her nose with my finger. “My friend’s private jet.”
“If it just now occurred to you to invite me, how do you know you have a friend going to Miami from Chicago on their private jet and they’ll have room to take me along?”
“Because the friend is Diego.”
Her head tilts back as she laughs. “Of course. I should’ve known. But I didn’t know he has a private jet.”
