“And miss being in your bed for two nights,” she said. “What are you nuts?”
“Warren!”
She turned her head and saw one coach pointing to the field.
“Go do your thing. I don’t like being here if it takes you away from your job.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” He leaned down to kiss her and when he lifted his head, she noticed that there was a camera on them and a few pictures being taken.
She wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t.
Instead, she made her way to the private suite and ordered some food. Everyone would be hungry when they arrived.
She was taking a bite of her slice of pizza all alone when the door opened and Roark walked in followed by Chelsea, her parents, Eli, and Egan.
“Just in time to eat,” she said.
“I knew you’d have it set up,” Roark said. “This is awesome.”
“I can’t believe none of you have done this before,” she said. Eli or Egan for sure would have in her mind.
“I’ve brought enough people here and back,” Egan said. “I’ve been to a few games too but never in accommodations like this. I don’t think I can do anything different now.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Eli said.
“Get comfortable, everyone,” she said.
Her mother moved close to her while everyone else was taking their jackets off and getting food.
“What’s going on?” her mother asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “Why?”
“You look bothered,” her mother said. “I know my daughter.”
She shrugged. “I was chatting with more people than I wanted to on the field. I was there for Warren, but now thateveryone knows about our relationship and who I am, they want to meet me.”
Her mother laughed. “If they wanted to meet you for your books you’d be happy.”
“Yes,” she said. “But I planned those things. This is about Warren, not me. And I don’t think half the people are sincere.”
“I understand,” her mother said. “You’re going to have to get used to this. It’s not an enormous price to pay, is it?”
“No,” she said. “But you know me, it’s a lot to take in.”
“Because you’d rather be home writing,” Roark said. “You can’t spend every waking moment with your nose in front of a computer.”
“Oh really,” she said. “You do.”
“No,” Chelsea said. “He doesn’t. Not anymore.”
She stuck her tongue out at her brother. “Fine, you’re perfect. I’m still getting there.”
“Just write yourself that way,” Egan said. “Isn’t that how you do it?”
She laughed and shoved one joker of the family. “I could. I might have done it a time or two in my books.”
“See,” her mother said. “You have the ability to do those things. Visualize it and it will be fine.”
