LEO"He's gonna go for the pass here. Trust me, I know this." Tate Durham ran one hand through his short hair, damp with sweat. "I don't know, man. Why wouldn't he just run with it? Makes more sense." He was hunched over, his head near mine in the huddle. "And why should I trust you? You don't play defense.""Neither do you, doofus. But I know because he's my brother, and he thinks he can exploit our weakness, which is defending the pass play.""Doofus? What are we, nine?" Tate jabbed me in the arm. I grimaced. "Sorry. Hanging out with Danny tends to bring out my inner little brother. Would you be more comfortable with me calling you asshole?""Nah. I kind of like the doofus bit. You know me and my retro slang." "Yeah, that's true.""Hey, are you two finished making out over there? Can we get back to playing this game, or do you need to cuddle for a few more minutes?" Danny stood a couple of yards away, hands on his hips. "Shut up." I straightened. "We were figuring out wh
QUINNLeo: Hey, you still awake?Quinn: Uh, yeah. It's only nine. I'm not that feeble yet. Leo: Forgot about the time difference. I just got home from Corey and Ellie's house. Danny and Tate are out in the great room playing video games, drinking my booze and being obnoxiously loud. Quinn: Oh, you poor thing. :p I don't think I've ever seen Tate drunk or disorderly.Leo: Yeah, you're right. It's mostly Danny. Tate's just playing the game. Quinn: So why aren't you there with them?Leo: I don't know. Just not interested. And I wanted to talk to you. How was your wine tasting day?Quinn: Fun. Kara's very nice, and I think she's glad to have another woman around. They work with a lot of guys in their business and charity. Leo: Lots of guys, huh? Young, good-looking guys?Quinn: Hmmmm . . .Leo: Hmmmmm?Quinn: LOL no. Mostly middle-aged and married. Leo: I like the sound of that. Okay, now that we have that out of the way, do you have a minute? Quinn: I think I can spar
QUINNQuinn: Hey, are you busy? Leo: No. Just laying here hoping to die.Quinn: Why?? What's wrong? Are you okay?Leo: Yeah, sorry. Spring conditioning is brutal. Just got back home, made it as far as my couch. Not sure I'll move again tonight. Quinn: Oh, you poor thing. What did they make you do?Leo: Sprints. Bear crawls. Burpees. You know, the trifecta. Quinn: Yikes. I'll let you rest. Text me later if you have a minute.Leo: No, I'm fine. As long as I'm laying here hurting, I might as well chat with you. Quinn: Ummm, thank you? Leo: LOL no, no, no, didn't mean it that way. Just that talking to you distracts me from feeling bad. What's up? You all right?Quinn: Yeah, I am. I just ...I wanted to tell you I'm sorry, Leo. I never really said that to you, but I am sorry. I spent a lot of time today talking with Kara and Allan about Nate. I guess I finally admitted to myself how mad at him I've been.Leo: Mad at Nate? For what, dying?Quinn: No, for asking me to marry h
QUINN"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do for you?" I leaned one hand on the corner of Kara Crocker's beautiful antique desk. "Do you need me to go over those press statements one more time? Or I can run out to pick up the new candles you ordered for the front table. Or-""Quinn." Kara shot me a stern look. "Stop. The press statements are perfect. They've already been sent out. And the candles will be delivered. You are off the clock, sweetheart. Get out of here. Go for a walk, or go shopping, or go out to lunch. Or take a nap."I dropped into the small, elegant chair that fronted the desk. "But I don't want to be off the clock. I want to be helpful.""Darling girl." Kara stood up, came around to stand in front of me and tugged me to my feet. "You've spent the last five months being helpful. Allan and I are so grateful for everything you've done for us. We love you, and we will always consider you part of our family. But now, you need to take a little time for yourself
LEO"So, Taylor. When do you head out?" Corey wiped off his forehead and bent at the waist, breathing hard. We'd just finished running three miles, and for the life of me, I couldn't remember why. After all, mini-camp had ended the day before, and preseason training camp didn't start for another month. This was supposed to be our break, but Iverson had big ideas about staying in shape between times. I'd agreed to do some lifting and a little PT, but I hadn't expected him to want to run today. When he'd showed up at my house, though, eager to get in a few miles, I hadn't had the heart to turn him away.Not that he would've left anyway. Dude was seriously stubborn when it came to this training shit. Now I stared at him, my eyes narrowing. "Where exactly am I heading out to again?" "San Fran, to see your girl." He spoke serenely and certainly, as though I actually had discussed plans of this nature with him before. I hadn't. Oh, had I considered the idea of flying out to see Quinn
LEO I decided to take a taxi into the city, since it seemed likely that was where Quinn would be. We'd just crossed over the Bay Bridge when my phone buzzed.Kara: She just left. Heading for Fisherman's Wharf.I'd told the driver that I needed to go to a house near the Presidio Forest, because Quinn had so often mentioned walking there. Now I leaned forward and made the correction. "Hey, I just got a message that, uh, plans have changed. Any way you could take me to Fisherman's Wharf instead?""Sure, no problem." The cabbie shrugged. "We're going that direction anyway. Little shorter ride for you is all." He wasn't kidding. It wasn't long before I was swinging my bag over my shoulder as the cab pulled away. I stood at the edge of the Wharf, scanning the crowds, overwhelmed by the sheer number of people walking around. How in the hell was I ever going to find her?I wandered for a while, peering into shops, checking out any faces as closely as I could without looking like a cr
LEO"It would be impossible for me to take you to just one favorite restaurant." Quinn grinned at me across the table. "So this is in the top ten. Tomorrow we'll have dim sum in Chinatown, but it would be hard to talk there. Tends to get a little noisy and crazy."I couldn't complain about the small restaurant she'd chosen, although I did love a good Chinese dumpling. This one, though, was cool in a kitschy, throwback way: it was a little hole-in-the-wall in Haight-Ashbury called Aquarius, and the walls were covered in old stickers and photos from the days of the hippies. Groovy music-or at least, that's what Quinn called it-played in the background, and the wait staff all looked as though they'd stepped out of a documentary about the Swinging Sixties. "This one feels very San Francisco." I took a tentative bite of my black-bean-and-veggie burger, which was liberally covered with sprouts of some sort. It was surprisingly good. "So." Quinn crumpled her napkin in one hand and bit t
LEO"Another beer, Leo?" Allan Crocker held out the frosty bottle to me. "Good thing about being in the city is that we rarely drive ourselves anywhere, so you can definitely have a second without worrying about being behind the wheel. And of course, you're still in the off-season, so you might as well live it up a little."I accepted the beer with a grin. "You're not wrong, sir. Thanks.""Hey-no sir here, please. You make me feel like an old-timer." He sat down on the other deck chair, and both of us gazed out over the nighttime skyline of the city. "I've seen tapes of your games. It's really an honor to meet you." I'd been here in San Francisco for four days now. Most of that time had been spent playing tourist, sightseeing and eating in some of the best restaurants I'd ever tried. Quinn and I had both realized, even without really discussing it, that the less time we spent alone in her apartment, the safer we were. So each morning she cooked me a killer breakfast, and then we'd