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Chapter 114: Save the last bite for me
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LEO"So, Taylor. When do you head out?" Corey wiped off his forehead and bent at the waist, breathing hard. We'd just finished running three miles, and for the life of me, I couldn't remember why. After all, mini-camp had ended the day before, and preseason training camp didn't start for another month. This was supposed to be our break, but Iverson had big ideas about staying in shape between times. I'd agreed to do some lifting and a little PT, but I hadn't expected him to want to run today. When he'd showed up at my house, though, eager to get in a few miles, I hadn't had the heart to turn him away.Not that he would've left anyway. Dude was seriously stubborn when it came to this training shit. Now I stared at him, my eyes narrowing. "Where exactly am I heading out to again?" "San Fran, to see your girl." He spoke serenely and certainly, as though I actually had discussed plans of this nature with him before. I hadn't. Oh, had I considered the idea of flying out to see Quinn
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LEO I decided to take a taxi into the city, since it seemed likely that was where Quinn would be. We'd just crossed over the Bay Bridge when my phone buzzed.Kara: She just left. Heading for Fisherman's Wharf.I'd told the driver that I needed to go to a house near the Presidio Forest, because Quinn had so often mentioned walking there. Now I leaned forward and made the correction. "Hey, I just got a message that, uh, plans have changed. Any way you could take me to Fisherman's Wharf instead?""Sure, no problem." The cabbie shrugged. "We're going that direction anyway. Little shorter ride for you is all." He wasn't kidding. It wasn't long before I was swinging my bag over my shoulder as the cab pulled away. I stood at the edge of the Wharf, scanning the crowds, overwhelmed by the sheer number of people walking around. How in the hell was I ever going to find her?I wandered for a while, peering into shops, checking out any faces as closely as I could without looking like a cr
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LEO"It would be impossible for me to take you to just one favorite restaurant." Quinn grinned at me across the table. "So this is in the top ten. Tomorrow we'll have dim sum in Chinatown, but it would be hard to talk there. Tends to get a little noisy and crazy."I couldn't complain about the small restaurant she'd chosen, although I did love a good Chinese dumpling. This one, though, was cool in a kitschy, throwback way: it was a little hole-in-the-wall in Haight-Ashbury called Aquarius, and the walls were covered in old stickers and photos from the days of the hippies. Groovy music-or at least, that's what Quinn called it-played in the background, and the wait staff all looked as though they'd stepped out of a documentary about the Swinging Sixties. "This one feels very San Francisco." I took a tentative bite of my black-bean-and-veggie burger, which was liberally covered with sprouts of some sort. It was surprisingly good. "So." Quinn crumpled her napkin in one hand and bit t
Keeping Score Chapter 118: You got heart
LEO"Another beer, Leo?" Allan Crocker held out the frosty bottle to me. "Good thing about being in the city is that we rarely drive ourselves anywhere, so you can definitely have a second without worrying about being behind the wheel. And of course, you're still in the off-season, so you might as well live it up a little."I accepted the beer with a grin. "You're not wrong, sir. Thanks.""Hey-no sir here, please. You make me feel like an old-timer." He sat down on the other deck chair, and both of us gazed out over the nighttime skyline of the city. "I've seen tapes of your games. It's really an honor to meet you." I'd been here in San Francisco for four days now. Most of that time had been spent playing tourist, sightseeing and eating in some of the best restaurants I'd ever tried. Quinn and I had both realized, even without really discussing it, that the less time we spent alone in her apartment, the safer we were. So each morning she cooked me a killer breakfast, and then we'd
Keeping Score Chapter 119: Friends and family discount
LEOWe'd been good over these past four days, Quinn and me. We'd kept our promise to each other, and although we'd touched and held hands, I hadn't kissed her on the mouth yet, and we'd shared only brief hugs at bedtime. It was as if we both knew that taking one more step put us at risk for a plunge we weren't ready to navigate yet. But tonight was my last night in San Francisco. Tomorrow I'd board a plane that would take me three thousand miles away from her, and neither of us knew when we'd be together again. Quinn had told me that she was technically free to leave any time, but she still felt responsible for some of the final cleanup details that went along with publishing and releasing a book. She wasn't sure when she would be back in New Jersey. "The thing is, I'd like to have a plan before I go back," she'd said earlier. "Mom's sold the house, you know. She and Shane the dry cleaner are in Europe right now." There was still a little residual bitterness in her tone, but I und
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Keeping Score Chapter 122: It's a touchdown
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