Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“What are your plans for today?” I asked. “Because I want to go look at about a million things.”
He stared down into my eyes, then moved so that his hand was resting right above my ass, pulling me into his big body.
He really was huge.
Easily twice my size, and probably twice as heavy and as wide.
His hand felt like an electric blanket all the way across my lower back.
“How about you pick one or two things today, then tomorrow, while I warm up and get ready for the game, you find something slightly closer so that you can get to and call me if you need anything?” he suggested. “Game day festivities are extra-long. I will be gone from around seven in the morning ’til at least three in the afternoon.”
“You can go with my wife,” Darnell suggested. “She wanted to go to the Heinz Museum tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes! That’s on my list!” I said, showing him my phone.
While they’d been practicing, I’d used my time wisely and wrote out a list of places I wanted to go while I was here.
The Heinz ketchup museum was on that list. Right at the top.
Because who wouldn’t want to know the history of the only brand of ketchup that was good?
“Then you can do that tomorrow. I’ll feel better if she has someone with her. She’s eight months pregnant, and shit I worry.” He rubbed the back of his head.
I smiled.
“I worry myself,” Slone murmured quietly.
I patted his chest and then said to him, “There’s the Phipps Conservatory, bicycle heaven, and Mount Washington.”
He patted me on the back then said, “Then let’s get there.”
CHAPTER 14
All men are liars. Pick one that has a boat.
-Text from Hades to Caristonia
CARISTONIA
Darnell’s wife, Sweetie—yes, that was really her name. I finally found someone that gave their daughter an even weirder name than my father—was great.
And, at eight months pregnant, she moved around faster than I did.
What was even more fun was how much we both loved the Heinz Museum.
“If we leave now,” Sweetie said reluctantly, “we can get to the WAG box before everyone else gets there and takes all the good seats.”
My brows rose at her use of ‘WAG.’
“WAG?” I asked, trying to figure out what it was and failing. All I could think of was the dogs of the players getting their own seats in the box.
Her lips tipped up at the corner.
“Wives and girlfriends,” she answered as if she could hear my thoughts. “Nothing too weird. I’m not quite sure what you were thinking over there in that pretty head of yours, but it’s not quite that nefarious.”
I snickered. “I was thinking that the players brought their dogs, and if we didn’t get there early, we might be sharing all the good seats with the pets.”
“Darnell would freakin’ love if we could bring our dog. But alas, that’s not something the mean owner allows.” She narrowed her eyes. “Darnell tried to finagle the same deal that Slone and Titus have with our kid— sometimes we’ll need to have a sitter for him when we’re both working—but Kay laughed in Darnell’s face. I wanted to throat punch her when he told me.”
Sweetie was a travel nurse. She’d gotten started with the travel nurse life around three years ago, and has really enjoyed the life. It let her pick and choose where she wanted to go, and most of the time, if she wanted to, she could make Darnell’s game as long as she did some planning.
I lowered my voice so that only she could hear and said, “Is there a reason she’s so bitchy?”
Sweetie hooked her arm in mine and pulled me along.
Soon we were out the door and she was flagging down a cab.
That was another thing I never really experienced before Pittsburgh.
Cabs.
I’d seen them in movies, of course, but I’d never seen them in real life.
It was super cool walking out of the hotel and getting into a cab and not having to wait for a car to arrive.
We settled into our seats, and the familiar feeling of heaviness in my limbs caused me to groan.
“I’m about to…”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence.
When I woke next I was being wheeled into the stadium in a wheelchair.
My head popped up almost as if I’d been electrocuted.
“You’re okay,” Sweetie said. “I’m glad that you told me before we got started today, though,” she murmured. “You want to ditch this wheelchair?”
I did.
After my nod, she pulled over and held it steady while I got up on wobbly legs.
“That’s kind of scary how fast you just go out.” She snapped her fingers. “I can see now why Darnell said you wouldn’t want to go out by yourself. I’ll bet that would be scary waking up and wondering if anything happened.”
She’d read my mind.
We walked together, and she guided my way by pointing out how to get around tunnels and upstairs.