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“The Westin.”
I ponder that for a moment. “The Westin here?”
“Yes,” he giggles slightly, like it was a silly question. Then he stops. “Wait, are you back? Are you in Denver?”
My heart soars and I’m filled with a warmth I’d not been accustomed to before, but now, his voice, thoughts of him send it surging through me.
“I am.” The Westin is less than ten blocks from my apartment. I laugh to myself. “Make me some coffee and I’ll bring a Sharpie.”
Chapter sixteen
I ponder having the jersey on when he arrives.
Is that too much? My heart is racing. We haven’t seen each other in a while, it seems. Some face time calls. But this…him next to me suddenly has me nervous.
Why?
No, not nervous, excited. Too excited. I want to fling my arms around him and kiss him…and never stop.
If we were in a relationship, I’d open that door wearing his jersey and nothing else. We aren’t, though. Not that kind, anyway.
I hear the tap on the door. Damn, that was fast.
My hands are quivering. This is absolutely ridiculous.
I open it and there he stands, looking very much, just rolled out of bed, gorgeous. A flicker of what I think is disappointment hits his eyes and just as quickly goes away. He wanted me to be wearing it. It’s sweaty and smelly will be my excuse.
“That was fast,” I say.
He nods. I’m still blocking the doorway, entranced by the sight of him. He looks past me. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” I stammer and open the door for him. A whiff of cologne, our cologne, hits my nose. Did he put that on for me? Will he notice I did the same?
I pour him some coffee. He grins and smiles. “You smell nice this morning.”
“So do you.”
Another rap on the door, followed by “room service.”
“I ordered some food. I didn’t know if you’ve had breakfast or anything. What time did you guys get home? I’m surprised you’re up.”
“I actually sleep pretty well on the plane.”
“Really? Me too.”
“Plus, since that was an afternoon game, we got home at a somewhat normal hour.”
We both pause and watch as the waiter places virtually the entire breakfast menu on the table by the window. The waiter leaves the coffee, juice, and water on the cart and places them near the table. I escort the server out, tip him and head back in. I’m still so jittery. What is wrong with me?
“Is there anything you didn’t order?”
I tip my head and look at the array of food on the table. “It didn’t seem like that much as I was ordering it.”
We sit and I wait, wondering what TJ will go for first. The only other morning we’ve been together, we had coffee, that’s it. Waffles. I smile. I’m an egg guy. I grab the eggs benedict and some pepper.
“I can’t believe you’ve watched it already.” Does he do that often, I wonder.
“It was amazing, as always.”
