got a game tomorrow.”
She frowned. “So that’s it?”
“No way,” Isaac answered, kissing her deeply. “You’re a lot of woman to come
home to, and I’m a lucky man. Sweetness was named after you, baby.”
“Keep that up and I’ll—”
“No, no, no!” He feigned a frown. “I do have a lot more for you, but I need
nourishment. Whose turn is it to make breakfast?”
When he was in town, he spent most of his time at her place and they took turns
preparing meals. Mornings were breakfast in bed.
“I think it’s yours, but after wearing you out, I’ll make the pancakes.”
She started to get up and he grabbed her from behind. “Let me feel you next to me
a little while longer. I can’t get enough of you, and I’m not just talking about sex. I hate being away so long. I know you’re a busy lady, but a lot of my games are on weekends. Why haven’t you been to any of my road games?”
“Because you never asked.” Having imagined wild times on the road, she was
shocked that he finally did. She had wanted to question him, but thought it would be too complicated to try and shape her schedule around his games. I shouldn’t read anything into his invitation.
Skip’s rap on the door halted their conversation. “I’ve got breakfast downstairs if anyone’s interested.”
“Coming!” She hugged Isaac. “I’ll forego breakfast in bed if someone else is
providing the meal.”
They took a quick shower together and went downstairs.
Isaac gave Dee a quizzical frown. “Hey. Didn’t know you were here.” He sat across from Chelsea and heaped his plate with sliced ham, eggs and toast. “Thanks, man. How did you know I was damn near starved?”
“Because you’re always damn near starved. Besides, after nearly firing my gun
into your head, it’s the least I could do.”
Both Isaac and Chelsea stopped and stared.
“What are you talking about?”
“I heard you come in around five this morning. Remembering your practice time,
I didn’t expect you to get here until much later. I got my gun and went downstairs. Luckily I saw your jersey just before I aimed at your head.”
Chelsea swallowed hard.
“Man, I got here around seven this morning, and I wasn’t wearing a jersey. I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So that wasn’t you?” Skip’s eyes bucked. “Shit! Did you see or hear anything,
Chelsea?”
She shook her head and hoped Skip would read “please shut up” on her face.
“So you’re saying someone else was in here last night? This morning? Call the
cops.” Dee stopped eating. “I heard the noise before Skip did. That front door squeaks. Whoever it was came in the front door.”
“He was going to the hallway when I saw him, so I guess he left the same way he
came,” Skip said.
“Nobody broke in. The door was locked when I got here. How many dudes have
keys to your place?” Isaac’s face was laced with concern and maybe anger.
“Let’s just drop this, okay?”
“Hell no!” Skip grabbed his cell. “I’m calling David.”
“Skip, let it go. I’d rather not get into this now.” Chelsea was not ready for what she knew would be overreaction from Isaac.
Isaac stood over her. “You mean David, the cop? Is someone going to tell me
what’s going on?”
“Don’t look at me,” Dee answered. “I don’t know shit, but I’m starting to get
pretty damn scared. Tell us what’s going on. Skip?”
“Tell them, Chelsea, or would you rather have Isaac think you’ve got a handful of
keys floating around out there?” When she didn’t answer, his voice raised several octaves.
“You’re treating this like a joke and it’s not. Tell them, or I—”
“What I would rather is that Isaac not make stupid assumptions, and you keep you
damn mouth closed. He has a game tomorrow. I don’t want him worrying about this crap, and I can’t chance breaching my sworn—”
“Fuck that!” Skip exploded while Dee
She frowned. “So that’s it?”
“No way,” Isaac answered, kissing her deeply. “You’re a lot of woman to come
home to, and I’m a lucky man. Sweetness was named after you, baby.”
“Keep that up and I’ll—”
“No, no, no!” He feigned a frown. “I do have a lot more for you, but I need
nourishment. Whose turn is it to make breakfast?”
When he was in town, he spent most of his time at her place and they took turns
preparing meals. Mornings were breakfast in bed.
“I think it’s yours, but after wearing you out, I’ll make the pancakes.”
She started to get up and he grabbed her from behind. “Let me feel you next to me
a little while longer. I can’t get enough of you, and I’m not just talking about sex. I hate being away so long. I know you’re a busy lady, but a lot of my games are on weekends. Why haven’t you been to any of my road games?”
“Because you never asked.” Having imagined wild times on the road, she was
shocked that he finally did. She had wanted to question him, but thought it would be too complicated to try and shape her schedule around his games. I shouldn’t read anything into his invitation.
Skip’s rap on the door halted their conversation. “I’ve got breakfast downstairs if anyone’s interested.”
“Coming!” She hugged Isaac. “I’ll forego breakfast in bed if someone else is
providing the meal.”
They took a quick shower together and went downstairs.
Isaac gave Dee a quizzical frown. “Hey. Didn’t know you were here.” He sat across from Chelsea and heaped his plate with sliced ham, eggs and toast. “Thanks, man. How did you know I was damn near starved?”
“Because you’re always damn near starved. Besides, after nearly firing my gun
into your head, it’s the least I could do.”
Both Isaac and Chelsea stopped and stared.
“What are you talking about?”
“I heard you come in around five this morning. Remembering your practice time,
I didn’t expect you to get here until much later. I got my gun and went downstairs. Luckily I saw your jersey just before I aimed at your head.”
Chelsea swallowed hard.
“Man, I got here around seven this morning, and I wasn’t wearing a jersey. I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So that wasn’t you?” Skip’s eyes bucked. “Shit! Did you see or hear anything,
Chelsea?”
She shook her head and hoped Skip would read “please shut up” on her face.
“So you’re saying someone else was in here last night? This morning? Call the
cops.” Dee stopped eating. “I heard the noise before Skip did. That front door squeaks. Whoever it was came in the front door.”
“He was going to the hallway when I saw him, so I guess he left the same way he
came,” Skip said.
“Nobody broke in. The door was locked when I got here. How many dudes have
keys to your place?” Isaac’s face was laced with concern and maybe anger.
“Let’s just drop this, okay?”
“Hell no!” Skip grabbed his cell. “I’m calling David.”
“Skip, let it go. I’d rather not get into this now.” Chelsea was not ready for what she knew would be overreaction from Isaac.
Isaac stood over her. “You mean David, the cop? Is someone going to tell me
what’s going on?”
“Don’t look at me,” Dee answered. “I don’t know shit, but I’m starting to get
pretty damn scared. Tell us what’s going on. Skip?”
“Tell them, Chelsea, or would you rather have Isaac think you’ve got a handful of
keys floating around out there?” When she didn’t answer, his voice raised several octaves.
“You’re treating this like a joke and it’s not. Tell them, or I—”
“What I would rather is that Isaac not make stupid assumptions, and you keep you
damn mouth closed. He has a game tomorrow. I don’t want him worrying about this crap, and I can’t chance breaching my sworn—”
“Fuck that!” Skip exploded while Dee
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