Member-only story
Fiction | Romance | Sweet Romance
What are you up to next Friday? (Part 2 of 3)
“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”
The following week, Patrick ordered two coffees. As he waited, he spotted Becky outside the window, sitting at their table.
He opened the door and set a coffee on the table in front of Becky.
“Flannel suits you,” she said.
He wore a red and black flannel shirt with a pair of jeans.
“How’d you get that tare in your pants?” she asked.
“Ice hockey,” he replied. “I wore these a couple years back when playing with some friends. There’s a pond behind my friend Al’s house that freezes over every year. I was goalie. I skidded across the ice to block a shot.”
“Did you block it?”
“I took a puck to the knee and saved the day.”
“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.” She took a sip of her coffee. “This is great. Thank you.”
“I’m glad you like it. I went with their flavor of the day. My knee hurt for a while. If I remember correctly, we called that the last play of the game. My team, if you could even call it that, won.”
She raised her coffee.
“To winning at all costs,” she said.
He raised his cup beside hers.
“I’ll raise to that,” he replied.
“So, what are you doing next Friday?”
Read Part 3:
Discover more by the author:
