“To practice,” Vic replied.
He was halfway out the door before Matt said, “You can’t go. How will I get to the Diamond?” When Vic stopped and turned, confused, Matt explained, “My car’s at the gym, remember?”
Vic sighed. Roxie had driven Matt to the ball park the night before, the two of them taking her car straight from work. Because Vic had been so tired after the game, Matt drove Vic’s car home, which meant his Jaguar still sat in the gym’s parking lot. Rattling his keys, Vic muttered, “Well, come on then.”
“What?” Matt balked. “No. I’m not ready—”
“I’ll drop you off at the car,” Vic told him. “You come back here, get ready. I’ll go meet up with Doug.”
“No,” Matt said again. “You’ve been meeting up with him all damn week.”
Vic gave Matt a dangerous look his lover ignored. “That’s
