Chapter 93

“Fine, but who’ll be paying for him?” I held out my hand. With another grunt, he handed over a fat manila envelope he’d dug out from deep down in the bag. “Wow. That’s a lot of paper,” I said.

“My filing system needs work. And stay away from hookers.”

I was grinning again as I dialed Mathias, and not due to Coach’s levity. When he didn’t answer, my grin reversed direction. It dawned on me, though, as I listened to him telling me to leave a message and his voice tickled up inside me, that it wasn’t yet morning in Arizona. Hopefully, he was still sound asleep.

“I wish I could see you,” I said to his voice mail. “But call me when you can. I’ll settle for that until the qualifier. Thank you. Let’s talk.”