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sorted out the issue of her male roommate and now there was another guy in the picture. He scowled and totally missed the Blackhawks scoring another goal, the roar of the crowd and the horn rising around him as he sat there.
“What’s your problem?” Adam asked him during the second intermission. “You sat there and stared into your beer the entire second period.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “I did not.”
“Yeah, dude, you did. What’s up? You worried about work?”
Jack shook his head. “I just need another beer, that’s all.”
Adam gave him a look.
“What?” Jack snapped. “What’s with the mallard mouth?”
“You’re full of shit. But that’s okay. I love you anyway.” He slung an arm around Jack’s neck. “Lemme buy you a beer, buddy. If that’s what you need.”
Jack couldn’t help but watch for Sasha in the crowded concourse area but this time they didn’t run into her. They did run into a couple of girls they’d met the week before at a club, who were happy to talk and flirt for a few minutes until the game started again.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t see Sasha. It didn’t matter that she was with another guy. Because she was coming to his place for lunch tomorrow. And now Eric knew it.
After the Blackhawks crushed the Penguins, he and Adam went for a drink and somehow ended up with the two chicks they’d run into at the game. He wasn’t into either of them but Adam was, so Jack stuck around for a while. It was hilarious how the two girls didn’t know them at all, or know their company, and when they described the business to them, they were all but yawning. And yet Jack knew from experience as soon as they clued in that they were both filthy rich, they’d be all fascinated by Internet security. He and Adam were well-known in the tech industry but not exactly household names, but after this month’s issue of TechBiz and the article about thirty entrepreneurs under thirty (he’d made it by a week when they’d interviewed him for the article) and the accompanying photo shoot, they’d be even better known.
“I wanna roll,” he said to Adam hours later. “C’mon.”
“No way, dude,” Adam said. “I’m not leaving. Those girls want to party!”
Then a bunch of guys walked into the nightclub, big guys wearing expensive suits. Jenny and Amber’s attention drifted to them. And kept going back to them. And then the two girls were whispering and sidling up to the group of guys.
“Hockey players,” Adam said with disgust. “Look at that, for fuck’s sake. Surrounded by women.”
“Puck bunnies,” Jack said with a grin.
“What’ve they got that we don’t? We’re both decent looking.”
“Money.”
Adam made a rude noise. “We’ve got money! How much do some of those guys make? A few million bucks a year?”
Jack laughed. “Did you tell those girls how much you make? No. And that was a good thing. They’re obviously shallow and greedy. Now, let’s call it a night.”
Adam sighed, tossed back the rest of his drink and followed him out of the club.
Chapter Six
Sasha arrived at Jack’s building promptly at noon. Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she rode the elevator up to the twenty-eighth floor once again. This time, Jack awaited her in the foyer when the doors slid silently open.
“Sasha.” His greeting was more reserved this time, his expression inscrutable. He again wore faded jeans that sat low on his hips, and a black Henley-style shirt with the sleeves pushed up on his forearms. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She gave him a tight smile. “Did you enjoy the game last night?”
“Oh yeah. It’s great to be watching my Blackhawks again.”
Her smile relaxed a bit. “You always did love hockey.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I did go to a lot of games in San Jose, but it’s different. Do you go to many games?”
“Not a lot, but I like hockey.”
“I remember trying to teach you about it.” Now the corners of his mouth quirked.
“What’s your problem?” Adam asked him during the second intermission. “You sat there and stared into your beer the entire second period.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “I did not.”
“Yeah, dude, you did. What’s up? You worried about work?”
Jack shook his head. “I just need another beer, that’s all.”
Adam gave him a look.
“What?” Jack snapped. “What’s with the mallard mouth?”
“You’re full of shit. But that’s okay. I love you anyway.” He slung an arm around Jack’s neck. “Lemme buy you a beer, buddy. If that’s what you need.”
Jack couldn’t help but watch for Sasha in the crowded concourse area but this time they didn’t run into her. They did run into a couple of girls they’d met the week before at a club, who were happy to talk and flirt for a few minutes until the game started again.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t see Sasha. It didn’t matter that she was with another guy. Because she was coming to his place for lunch tomorrow. And now Eric knew it.
After the Blackhawks crushed the Penguins, he and Adam went for a drink and somehow ended up with the two chicks they’d run into at the game. He wasn’t into either of them but Adam was, so Jack stuck around for a while. It was hilarious how the two girls didn’t know them at all, or know their company, and when they described the business to them, they were all but yawning. And yet Jack knew from experience as soon as they clued in that they were both filthy rich, they’d be all fascinated by Internet security. He and Adam were well-known in the tech industry but not exactly household names, but after this month’s issue of TechBiz and the article about thirty entrepreneurs under thirty (he’d made it by a week when they’d interviewed him for the article) and the accompanying photo shoot, they’d be even better known.
“I wanna roll,” he said to Adam hours later. “C’mon.”
“No way, dude,” Adam said. “I’m not leaving. Those girls want to party!”
Then a bunch of guys walked into the nightclub, big guys wearing expensive suits. Jenny and Amber’s attention drifted to them. And kept going back to them. And then the two girls were whispering and sidling up to the group of guys.
“Hockey players,” Adam said with disgust. “Look at that, for fuck’s sake. Surrounded by women.”
“Puck bunnies,” Jack said with a grin.
“What’ve they got that we don’t? We’re both decent looking.”
“Money.”
Adam made a rude noise. “We’ve got money! How much do some of those guys make? A few million bucks a year?”
Jack laughed. “Did you tell those girls how much you make? No. And that was a good thing. They’re obviously shallow and greedy. Now, let’s call it a night.”
Adam sighed, tossed back the rest of his drink and followed him out of the club.
Chapter Six
Sasha arrived at Jack’s building promptly at noon. Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she rode the elevator up to the twenty-eighth floor once again. This time, Jack awaited her in the foyer when the doors slid silently open.
“Sasha.” His greeting was more reserved this time, his expression inscrutable. He again wore faded jeans that sat low on his hips, and a black Henley-style shirt with the sleeves pushed up on his forearms. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She gave him a tight smile. “Did you enjoy the game last night?”
“Oh yeah. It’s great to be watching my Blackhawks again.”
Her smile relaxed a bit. “You always did love hockey.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I did go to a lot of games in San Jose, but it’s different. Do you go to many games?”
“Not a lot, but I like hockey.”
“I remember trying to teach you about it.” Now the corners of his mouth quirked.
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