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I giggled and shrugged. “Just wanted to let you know that it’s not all bad out there.”
All three of them ran their hands over their crotch.
“Have a nice afternoon, boys.”
Chapter9
Bishop
“How are things coming along, Bishop?” Brook said as she came up behind me as I grabbed a few bottles of water out of the refrigerator.
Wearing my football practice sweats, I turned to her.
She instantly frowned. “Where are you going?”
“Practice,” I said simply. “Football practice.”
With a look of pure disgust on her face, she put her hands on her hips and glared at me. “What do you mean, ‘practice’? I thought we were going into town to meet with the caterer.”
I looked sheepishly at her and shrugged. “What can I tell you. With everything going wrong with the team… you know… losing and all, coach wants us to double our practice time.”
“Bishop,” she cried. “You can’t do that to me. We had a deal.” Frustrated she turned away. Seeing Deacon come down the stairs she went to him. “You. You come to the caterer with me.”
Then she noticed that he was also dressed for practice. “You, too?” she lamented.
“What did I do now?” Deacon said.
“You guys are abandoning me,” she said.
I put my hand to her shoulder, hoping to calm her. “Look, call the caterer and re-schedule. I’ll go with you later.”
“When?” she quickly shot back.
I looked at Deacon.
Shit.
“When, Bishop?” she said. “When are you going to be able to come with me? And there’s not only the caterer. Tomorrow morning we’re going to the florist. And what about the music? We have three acts that we need to listen to, not to mention make a song list for the night.”
“The coach scheduled a bunch of team exercises,” Deacon said.
“And then there are a bunch of meetings with the whole team.”
“This sucks, guys,” Brook said. “You’re leaving everything to me.”
“Look,” I said as I came around the counter and headed for the front door. “The caterer has done this before. Meeting him is just a formality. As for the flowers… nobody is really going to notice what kind of flowers we put out. Get anything. And the music? I know you have good taste in music. You know what people like. Something soft and velvety during dinner, something a little more lively during dessert and then party music for the night.”
“Here,” Deacon said as he grabbed the business cards that were on the table near the door. “These are the contacts that you need. Everything is here. Food. Music. Flowers. Everything.”
She ripped the cards out of Deacon’s hand. “Fine. Leave everything to me. You guys will have a Winter Alumni Ball like you’ve never seen before. This will be a night to remember.”
“That’s my girl,” Bishop said. “I knew we could leave this to you.”
As I opened the door and we headed out, I glanced back at Brook and blew her a kiss.
She blew one back, a strange smile on her lips.
Chapter10
