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“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
She sits up and clicks off the television. She shakes her head. “No. I’m mad at myself for listening to you and Lincoln, and Cade is getting teased because of my involvement in the whole scandal, and it’s just a mess. I’m not mad at you. I’m just kinda…mad at the world right now, I guess.”
I collapse on the couch next to her. “You and me both.”
“How was work?”
“Awful. I was reassigned.” I put air quotes around the terrible word.
“Meaning?”
“Marcus took me off the Aces and put me back on sports beat, mostly covering women’s sports since there’s less of a chance I’ll end up with a player or coach over there,” I say.
“Whoa. Were those his words?”
“Of course not. But the innuendo is sure the hell there.”
She reaches over and slings an arm around me for a side hug. “I’m so sorry, babe. I know how hard you worked for the job.”
“Then Lincoln Fucking Nash comes along and ruins everything,” I mutter.
“Whoa,” she says again. “Where’s that coming from?”
“If anyone, and I mean anyone, else had gotten that position, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“You know what?” she asks, thinking it over. “Neither would I. Fuck that Nash guy.”
“Yeah, fuck him,” I say, and we both burst into giggles because it sort of feels like we’re down at that rock bottom point where all we can do is laugh our way out of it.
“What are you really going to do?” she asks.
“I don’t know. You?”
“I don’t know,” she echoes.
“Men suck. Let’s take the boys out to dinner and put the focus elsewhere.”
“Great idea,” she says. “Where?”
“Gridiron?” I say a little hopefully, and of course she reads between the lines to see that I only want to go there because I have a better shot of catching a glimpse of Lincoln from there than I do from most anywhere else.
“Fine,” she says, rolling her eyes. “But only because they have the best wings in Nevada.”
I laugh as the front door opens, and both boys are subdued.
“You two okay?” I ask as Sam and I stand from the couch to greet our boys with hugs.
“Fine,” they both mutter at the same time.
Sam and I glance at each other, and she nods.
“You two want to go out to dinner?” I ask, excitement in my tone.
They glance at each other and shrug. “Nah,” Cade says.
“Whoa,” Sam says, and we’re both confused but neither boy is talking. “Hey, how was the science project?”
“Fine,” the both say at the same time.
