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“I’m free,” I said, probably a bit too quickly. Way uncool me.
“I want to show you something.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Not that,” he said, and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well maybe that,” he countered. “Tomorrow, I want to show you a sunrise over the beach ... I planned it.”
I looked at him with surprise. The Russian continued to surprise me – who would have thought he’d be so romantic? He also assumed we’d be staying the night together … I think that was a good thing.
“And then,” he continued, “I thought maybe we could go to the gym and do a workout together ...”
“Love to,” I said. I know that probably sounds weird but I love starting the day with a workout; my body buzzes all day and my mind is sharp yet relaxed. To workout with The Russian was even better ... watching him flex was the most amazing foreplay.
“Then ...” I took over, “we could come back for an ocean swim to finish it off.”
“Perfect. Then do brunch,” The Russian concluded. “There’s a great place beachside. What do you think?”
“I think that sounds perfect,” I agreed. “I’ve parked you in since you took my spot,” I said, with attitude.
“I’m surprised you haven’t organized me a parking space and entry key yet,” he teased. “We’ll swap cars and I’ll drop you back tomorrow. Grab some gear.”
I nodded and raced into the room to throw my gym gear, swimsuit and a cafe outfit into a small bag. I grabbed my traveling toiletries bag—the spare set I kept permanently packed and updated for our away games—and headed back into the living room. The Russian looked impressed.
“That was quick,” he said.
“I’m a natural beauty,” I said, with a shrug.
“That you are,” he agreed, and I gave him a ‘thanks for the compliment’ grin.
“At away games I always shared a room with Steffi because she took forever to get ready. It worked well, I was done in about ten minutes and she could take over the bathroom for the rest of the time until we were needed downstairs.”
“Lucas is the same,” The Russian joked about the Saints’ captain. “I’ve had to share with him a few times on away trips. Try getting in front of that mirror ...” he shook his head.
I laughed at the thought of the two beautiful Saints men, fighting for bathroom space.
The Russian grabbed my bag and opened the door as I ran around turning off the lights. I grabbed my handbag and keys to swap cars and we headed downstairs. My night was back, my romance was back on track and life was brilliant again. I offered a prayer of thanks to God, the universe and the Patron Saint of Lovers ... who was that?
