Chapter 14: Phone Call
At least the Mariners had won, so Sam was in a buoyant mood and s*x was likely to be extra spirited when they got home. Nash glanced at his watch. It was pushing midnight. The game had dragged on and on into extra innings. If there was anything worse than enduring a tenth game in only a three-week span, it was suffering through a pitching duel that went into overtime.
The things he did for love. He was exhausted. At least he didn’t have to work tomorrow, but still, he’d gotten up early this morning and worked a twelve-hour shift. He’d have to ride in with Sam tomorrow to pick up his car since they’d never have made it to the game in time if he’d driven all the way home to Sammamish and back after work, and he hadn’t felt like swinging by the hospital this late to d
