“Hey, Russ. The boys and I were wondering where you had skulked off to.”
Ian Donaldson appeared, jovial, to come between them. Russell’s friend and fellow countryman was always in a good mood, a smile perpetually on his lips.
“Westie, good evening. Not bad, your round,” Donaldson complimented him.
“Oh, well, thanks. Really…” He blushed a little.
“That’s what I told him, too—he has a great potential but this hardhead doesn’t believe it,” Russell joked.
Reggie blushed even more.
“I took him to the practice area to teach him a couple things. Hopefully he’ll improve even more.”
“Pay attention, Westie, sooner or later this man will send you a very expensive bill.”
There was no way Reggie could stop from blushing. His burning cheeks must’ve made him look like a red pepper by now, but he couldn’t help it. He pushed the elevator button.
“Sleep well, Reggie. See you,” Russell said with a smile.