Spencer tipped her head from one side to the other. “Yeah, I do.I’m not a rabid fan, but I like to have the game on on Sundays, even if I’mdoing something else.”
“Nick here is a TV sports whore,” Rebecca said, sipping whatlooked like club soda with lime.
“I take offense to that,” Nick said, and pressed a hand to hischest in obviously feigned shock. “Evidently, your friend here knows thepleasures of watching sports on TV.” He shifted his gaze to Spencer. “Right? Doyou watch baseball?”
“In the stadium, yes. On TV? Bores me to tears.”
“Hockey?” he asked.
“If they’re smashing each other against the Plexiglas.”
“Golf?”
“God, no,” Spencer said, enjoying the sparring and the way Rebeccawas looking from Nick to her and back.
“Tennis.”
“Often.”
“Nascar.”
“Nascar is cars driving in a circle, Nick. Zzzzz.”
Rebecca’s laugh burst out of her and Spencer noted it was thesecond time that day she’d heard it. And loved it. “She’s got a point, Nicky.”
Nick merely shook his head as he narrowed his eyes at Spencer.“I’m undecided about you.”
“I completely understand.” Spencer held her beer glass toward him,and he touched his to it with a chuckle.
“So,” Rebecca said as the guys turned back to the game. “Come hereoften?”
Spencer grinned. “Original.”
“I try.”
“Actually, I’ve never been in here before.” Spencer took a swig ofher beer. “I’ve seen it. Driven past many times. But this is my first timeinside.”
“And your verdict?”
“It’s…a bar.”
Rebecca nodded. “That it is.”
“What about you? Regular hangout for you? You don’t seem like asports bar kind of girl.”
Rebecca feigned a gasp. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Mostly because of the club soda,” Spencer said, pointing at theglass with her eyes.
“Damn it. That gets me every time.” They shared a grin and Rebeccawent on. “I wouldn’t say this is a regular hangout for me, but it is for Nick,and if I want to spend time with him, I generally have to come here. So byextension, yeah. I guess I am sort of a regular.”
“And how do you two know each other?” Spencer asked.
Rebecca opened her mouth to answer, but Nick spoke first. “We werein high school together and Becks here fell madly in love with me. Sadly, theline of hot chicks ahead of her was very long and she got tired of waiting.Decided she’d have better luck with the ladies.”
Rebecca punched him playfully. “A small part of that story istrue.”
“The better luck with the ladies part?” Spencer asked. Rebeccatouched a finger to the tip of her nose and Spencer laughed. “Also…Becks?”
