March Madness
ExcerptLaurel enjoyed the good-natured rivalry for her attention. Each one determined to show off his basketball knowledge was friendly and informative.
They explained foul shots, free throws, traveling, charging, and scores to her. Ever patient and indulgent, they answered her every question as if they were entertaining a celebrity. Laurel tried to pay attention all the while completely aware of Matt's musky scent as he leaned close to get his drink or turn to answer a direct question. His jean-clad thigh mere inches from her own bare one.
By the time the final buzzer sounded, Laurel was cheering along with the group and had even added a few of her own dollars to the pool for the Final Four.
Laurel laughed as she spoke, “Doug, you promise to keep in touch and let me know if I win?”
“Of course.”
“You promise?”
“He will. You gave him your number, right?”
“Why, yes, Roy, I did. I do believe ya'll have it, right?”
A chorus of “yeahs” sounded as each man protectively patted a pocket that held her card. Laurel sensed a reluctance on their part and a desire from each one to walk her home. She also sensed that none wanted to make a stand against Matt. She feigned sleepiness, not wanting to encourage any of them.
The television noise gone, the room seemed starkly quiet. Ryan clinked glasses as he washed and wiped. “Go on, get out of here so I can close up.” He muttered.
Laurel stepped out into the cool night air and waved good-bye to the group as each went their own disappointed way to their own apartments. She lifted her hair off the back of her sticky neck and shook it loose while pulling fresh night air into her lungs.
She steeled herself to stay calm and not scream when she felt a hand at her waist and lips pressed close to her ear.
“You didn't think I was going to let you walk home all by yourself, did you?” A deep voice whispered.
Laurel recognized the musky scent of the man's aftershave. “Matt. You scared me.” She twirled playfully from his grasp.