Game Time by Kate Christie

Author:Kate Christie [Christie, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Second Growth Books
Published: 2016-09-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Are you creeping your girlfriend’s Insta account again?”

Emma looked up as Dani slid back into the seat across from her. They had just finished dinner at their favorite pub on top of Queen Anne, and while Dani used the restroom, Emma may have pulled up Jamie’s social media accounts.

“I’m not creeping anyone’s Insta,” she said.

Without warning, Dani reached out and swiped her phone, holding it up in one hand and repelling Emma’s counter-reach with the other. “Oh, sorry, I meant Twitter. I was gone for three minutes. Seriously?”

“She was supposed to meet with the Thorns today. I thought there might be an announcement.”

“And you know this how? I thought she blew you off.”

“Ellie texted me. I’m curious about where she ends up, that’s all.”

Dani sipped her beer. “You keep saying you don’t want anything to happen, but the fact you’re stalking her says otherwise.”

“I’m not stalking her.”

“Swear that on the next World Cup and I might believe you.”

Emma leaned her elbows against the table. “Okay, maybe I’m stalking her, but only a little.”

“Is that like being a little bit pregnant?”

“Oh my god, don’t even joke about being pregnant this close to the World Cup.”

“You’d have to actually have sex to worry about that, Emma. You know, with a guy?”

Which was a valid point.

“At least the fans seem to have calmed down,” Dani added, sliding her phone back to her.

“Thank god.”

Without additional fodder, the women’s soccer fandom had backed off the idea that Blakewell was an actual thing. Multiple sightings of Jamie at a club in San Francisco on New Year’s Eve combined with Emma’s photo of the Seattle fireworks had helped convince Tumblr they weren’t a couple—especially the photo that showed Jamie grinding with some chick who was definitely not Emma. Or her long-term girlfriend, for that matter. As soon as Emma saw the posts on New Year’s Day she’d texted Ellie, who had confirmed that Jamie had moved back to the States. Permanently.

“If you want to know what happened,” Dani said, “why don’t you text her? Or better yet, call? She did give you her number, after all.”

Emma fixed her with a stare. “You’re not helping.”

“This is me helping. I told you before you haven’t seemed happy since you broke up with Sam.”

“And I told you that it’s because we lost the World Cup, not because I lost Sam. I don’t need a person in my life, Dan. I can be happy on my own.”

“That’s right, I forgot. Ice Queen Blakeley doesn’t need anyone.”

“Dude, you haven’t called me that since high school.”

“Dude, it’s not my fault you’re reverting. You have camp again in less than a week. What’s the plan? Are you going to try to avoid her again, since obviously that worked so well last time?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” She swirled her phone around the polished wooden surface of their small table. “Can we talk about something else? How’s Derek? Or better yet, how is your adorable nephew?”

Dani started to protest at

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