tonight,â he returned.
âThanks,â she said. âGoodbye, Jared.â
âGoodbye, Chyna.â
After a beat, she said, âAre you hanging up, or what?â
âYou go first,â Jared prompted.
âAnd weâve both just landed back in the sixth grade,â she said with a droll snort. âIâll see you tomorrow.â She disconnected the call.
Heâd smiled so much in the last ten minutes, his jaw ached, yet Jared still couldnât wipe the stupid grin from his face.
He went into the kitchen and pulled out the turkey on wheat Maggie had left in the fridge for him. Unwrappingthe clear plastic wrap, Jared ambled over to the phone on the counter and dialed into his voice mail.
He deleted the first three calls, two from his agent and another from the building concierge. The fourth was from his mom, letting him know sheâd made it to Okinawa where she was spending the month with his sister, Sharon, while his navy doctor brother-in-law served his fourth tour in Afghanistan.
He skipped to the fifth missed call. It was from his business partner, Patrick.
âWe got the go-ahead,â Patrickâs excited voice said over splotches of cell phone static. âInspection is Monday. Iâm meeting the contractor at noon tomorrow. Come over if you have time.â
Jared finished off his sandwich and headed to his bedroom to change. Heâd made an attempt to help out more with the Red Zone, but he was so used to being a silent partner in the many ventures he invested in, he had never gotten around to giving Patrick a hand. If heâd been thinking clearly, Jared would have gotten more involved. Helping Patrick bring his concept of an upscale, sports-themed barbershop to life would have helped to keep his mind off Samantha these past six months.
Of course, now that heâd started whatever it was he and Chyna had going on, he didnât need anything else to occupy his mind. She had taken up all available space and then some.
Jared locked up his penthouse and hopped into his car. A half hour later, he spotted Patrickâs car parked in the alley beside the two-story brownstone Jared had purchased in Upper Manhattanâs Morningside Heights neighborhood. A contractor had gutted the interior and completely renovated it.
Patrick Foley greeted him just inside the entrance tothe barbershop. Jared clasped his college roommate on the shoulder. âGive me the grand tour.â
âPrepare yourself, my man,â Patrick said with a gigantic grin. They set out on a tour of the shop, Patrick pointing out the features that had been added since the last time Jared had visited. âThe waiting area has four televisions dedicated to four main sportsâfootball, basketball, baseball and hockey. Unless thereâs a major golf or tennis tournament going on.â
They walked up three steps to the main area of the barbershop. Dark hardwood floors gleamed. The right side housed seven barber stations separated by clear, shoulder-high partitions. Each station was comprised of a heated leather massage chair, a stainless-steel sink, and a nineteen-inch flat-screen television extending eye-level from a long metal arm.
The left wall held a bar with a movie-theater caliber popcorn maker and three beer taps, along with two additional stations for shaving and a towel warmer the size of a refrigerator.
âI would live here,â Jared said.
Patrick laughed. âWell, thereâs an extra bedroom upstairs. You are always welcome to it if Sam ever puts youââ His friend stopped. âDamn, man, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât sweat it,â Jared said.
âItâs just that you two were together for so long, itâs easy to forget that sheâs gone.â
For months heâd had that same problem, but Jared realized he hadnât thought much about Samantha this past week. Not since heâd looked across the practice field at the
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