Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
SAM we’re from different sides of the galaxy.” Still snickering, he mutters, “That’s hilarious. You’re jealous of me?!”
“Let that settle in, huh, Mr. Logic?”
I let silence fall. Let him percolate. Then, he mutters, “Wait. If you’re jealous of me, then maybe I have a chance with Lex over Gregg! Because you’re better looking than Gregg and you’re probably going to make it to the NHL and you think Denny would want me over you!”
“Eureka, I think he’s got it.”
Callan whistles. “So, where do I begin?”
“With Lex? We have to learn what her hobbies are. Denny’ll help with that. Maybe you can geek out together if you do some homework.”
The sound of a scratching noise has me peering away from the road ahead.
“Callan, do you actually walk around with a pen and notepad in your pocket?”
“You don’t?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “No, because this isn’t 1984. That’s what cellphones are for.”
The scratching stops. “So, no more notepads?”
“Well, Gregg isn’t carrying one around.” I rub my chin as a thought occurs to me. “Okay, forget what I said. We’ll coordinate this with Denny.”
“We will?”
“Yes. Because I think we need a female perspective. A fountain pen and notepad is the dorkiest thing I’ve seen all year, but maybe it’s hot to women. Who the fuck knows?”
Callan snorts. “You’ve never had to work to get girls, have you?”
My smile’s contrite. “I think the first was Denny.”
He claps his hand to my shoulder. “Maybe we can learn about the female gaze together.”
Because I intend on hooking Denny in for the long run, I nod. “Yeah, maybe we can.”