face. He tried every night not to
remember the look in his eyes at that moment… “Is there a movie you want to
watch?”
Jude
just shrugged and chewed the cold sandwich. “What, no football? I know you’re
dying to find out who won today.”
“I
know who won. Denver is probably going to win the trophy this year. Tomorrow
it’ll be Green Bay, I’m pretty sure. Either them or San Francisco. My money is
on Green Bay.” Will flipped through the movie choices. There wasn’t anything
worth watching.
“Didn’t
know betting was allowed. Isn’t that why Pete Rose was banned?” Jude paid more
attention to his sandwich than Will had ever seen him pay to food.
“Pete
Rose was baseball. But no…I didn’t mean I was literally betting—“ the smile
that turned Jude’s face into something extraordinary stopped him midsentence.
“I
knew what you meant. I just wanted to see you bluster about it some.” He took
the last bite of sandwich and licked the sauce from his finger and thumb.
Will’s mouth went dry. He turned back to the television and went to the On
Demand menu.
“How
about Terminator or Rambo or something where shit blows up?”
He found the action-adventure category and thumbed down.
“Whatever,
Will, I have so much work to do this weekend, watch whatever you want.”
Jude
went back to his textbook, this time bringing his computer back up from the
screensaver. Will couldn’t read a damned thing on the monitor. The print was
tiny and there were no pictures. “You know computers are great for other
things…like porn.”
“I’m
sure my professor will be thrilled if I turn in a porn presentation complete
with GIFs and links to hot local girls.”
“It’s
New Orleans. Your professor would have to be a complete eunuch not to know
where to find hot local girls. Just walk down Bourbon and point.”
“Is
that how you do it? Just walk down Bourbon and point to the nearest stripper?”
“Baby,
I just step outside and they all come running.”
“Except
lately there doesn’t seem to be many lacing up their running stilettos.”
“Ha
ha…smart ass.”
But
he was right, and Will couldn’t explain why he wasn’t interested in bringing
anyone home. He chose a movie and let Jude go back to his reading. And
complaining…“It’s cold in here.”
“Do
you want me to warm you up, sweetheart? Or just go turn up the heat?” Will had
to admit it was a bit nippy, but he could have pulled on a sweatshirt. Jude
seemed to be bundled up and still shivering.
“The
heat is on ninety. Remind me to have the windows in this place upgraded. Levi
should have had it done years ago.”
“Except
it doesn’t really get that cold here.”
“It does get hot. And I know the AC unit
would work better if all the cold air wasn’t seeping out through the cracks.”
“Damn,
Jude, you are annoying.”
“And
you’re a pleasure to live with? Guns in the bathroom and threesomes every
weekend.”
“You’re
just jealous because I didn’t invite you.”
“Blow
me, Slater.”
“In
your dreams, Four Eyes.”
“At
least I don’t need Viagra to get it up.”
Every
muscle in Will’s body screamed to take the asshole apart for daring to make
such an accusation. Except he was right. Will just didn’t know how he knew.
“I’m
sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Jude laid his pen down. He’d started
chewing on the tip during the silence. The other half of sandwich was
forgotten.
“Are
you going to eat that?” Will pointed to the wrapper with the remote.
“No,
I’m full. Thank you for dinner. I owe you one.” He went back to tapping his
legal pad.
“Don’t
worry about it… I was injured five years ago. A groin injury that ended my
season. Since then I’ve had… issues. You’re right about the abuse we take. I’m
thirty-three. Some days I feel like I’m eighty-three. I have to work hard to
even be able to get out of bed. And now I’m possibly facing a forced early
retirement. My contract
remember the look in his eyes at that moment… “Is there a movie you want to
watch?”
Jude
just shrugged and chewed the cold sandwich. “What, no football? I know you’re
dying to find out who won today.”
“I
know who won. Denver is probably going to win the trophy this year. Tomorrow
it’ll be Green Bay, I’m pretty sure. Either them or San Francisco. My money is
on Green Bay.” Will flipped through the movie choices. There wasn’t anything
worth watching.
“Didn’t
know betting was allowed. Isn’t that why Pete Rose was banned?” Jude paid more
attention to his sandwich than Will had ever seen him pay to food.
“Pete
Rose was baseball. But no…I didn’t mean I was literally betting—“ the smile
that turned Jude’s face into something extraordinary stopped him midsentence.
“I
knew what you meant. I just wanted to see you bluster about it some.” He took
the last bite of sandwich and licked the sauce from his finger and thumb.
Will’s mouth went dry. He turned back to the television and went to the On
Demand menu.
“How
about Terminator or Rambo or something where shit blows up?”
He found the action-adventure category and thumbed down.
“Whatever,
Will, I have so much work to do this weekend, watch whatever you want.”
Jude
went back to his textbook, this time bringing his computer back up from the
screensaver. Will couldn’t read a damned thing on the monitor. The print was
tiny and there were no pictures. “You know computers are great for other
things…like porn.”
“I’m
sure my professor will be thrilled if I turn in a porn presentation complete
with GIFs and links to hot local girls.”
“It’s
New Orleans. Your professor would have to be a complete eunuch not to know
where to find hot local girls. Just walk down Bourbon and point.”
“Is
that how you do it? Just walk down Bourbon and point to the nearest stripper?”
“Baby,
I just step outside and they all come running.”
“Except
lately there doesn’t seem to be many lacing up their running stilettos.”
“Ha
ha…smart ass.”
But
he was right, and Will couldn’t explain why he wasn’t interested in bringing
anyone home. He chose a movie and let Jude go back to his reading. And
complaining…“It’s cold in here.”
“Do
you want me to warm you up, sweetheart? Or just go turn up the heat?” Will had
to admit it was a bit nippy, but he could have pulled on a sweatshirt. Jude
seemed to be bundled up and still shivering.
“The
heat is on ninety. Remind me to have the windows in this place upgraded. Levi
should have had it done years ago.”
“Except
it doesn’t really get that cold here.”
“It does get hot. And I know the AC unit
would work better if all the cold air wasn’t seeping out through the cracks.”
“Damn,
Jude, you are annoying.”
“And
you’re a pleasure to live with? Guns in the bathroom and threesomes every
weekend.”
“You’re
just jealous because I didn’t invite you.”
“Blow
me, Slater.”
“In
your dreams, Four Eyes.”
“At
least I don’t need Viagra to get it up.”
Every
muscle in Will’s body screamed to take the asshole apart for daring to make
such an accusation. Except he was right. Will just didn’t know how he knew.
“I’m
sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Jude laid his pen down. He’d started
chewing on the tip during the silence. The other half of sandwich was
forgotten.
“Are
you going to eat that?” Will pointed to the wrapper with the remote.
“No,
I’m full. Thank you for dinner. I owe you one.” He went back to tapping his
legal pad.
“Don’t
worry about it… I was injured five years ago. A groin injury that ended my
season. Since then I’ve had… issues. You’re right about the abuse we take. I’m
thirty-three. Some days I feel like I’m eighty-three. I have to work hard to
even be able to get out of bed. And now I’m possibly facing a forced early
retirement. My contract
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