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Rhythm and the Blue Line Ch 02 © 2011 All rights reserved “So, Mark, what’s the story with Ryan?” Brody asked a couple of days later. They sat in the dressing room, lacing up their skates before practice. “What?” Mark looked up. “What story?” Brody shrugged. “She seeing anybody?” Mark narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know. Why?” “Just curious.” “I don’t think she’s your type.” “My type?” Brody raised an eyebrow. “Why not?” Mark stood and grabbed his helmet. “Her IQ is bigger than her bra size and her voice doesn’t squeak.” “I like smart women.” “Since when?” This was from Drew Stamenski and drew hoots from the rest of the team. Brody’s penchant for hooking up with women who weren’t exactly intellectuals was a constant source of amusement to his teammates. “Since always,” Brody said. “They’re more fun to talk to.” “Is that what you do?” Ray Callahan, the team’s tough guy, grinned and tapped him on the leg with his stick as he walked by. “And here I thought you were getting laid all this time.” “If you spent less time thinking about what I was doing, maybe you’d get laid,” Brody tossed back. More snickers and catcalls rattled through the room, along with mocking advice for Ray on finding some post-game company. Brody grabbed his stick and helmet and headed out to the ice, eager to get a little skating in before practice started in earnest. * * * Ryan looked up from her endless data entry when her phone rang. “Hello. Ryan Bancroft.” “Hey, Ryan. It’s Ataşehir escort Lara.” “Oh, hey. What’s up?” Ryan took advantage of the break to stretch. Lara Cohen was her best friend since high school, her roommate and the band’s lead singer. “Not much. Just checking in. I might be a couple minutes late to pick you up for practice.” “Okay, thanks. Thanks for picking up the synth and the guitar. Sorry I couldn’t help load it in.” Ryan felt guilty about that. Her keyboard was nominally portable, but not with her cast, so Lara had had to take it with her the night before. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll meet you at the door.” “Thanks. These damn things are a pain in the ass.” Ryan glared at her crutches. “No problem.” “So, how’s Trout these days?” Trout was Lara’s boyfriend, and Ryan could never figure out how he’d come by his nickname. At least, she hoped it was a nickname. “He’s good.” Lara sounded happy and Ryan smiled. Lara went on a little more, but Ryan let her mind wander and launched the app on her smartphone to start writing down a melody that had begun to coalesce in her mind. She was soon engrossed and it wasn’t until Lara shouted her name that she realized she hadn’t heard anything for the last few minutes. “Ryan! Geez. Are listening or not?” “Sorry. Song.” “Cool. Tell me later.” It was an exchange they’d had many times before. Ryan was silent for a moment as she got the basics of the melody down. “Okay. Ümraniye escort bayan So, is it just Trout that makes you go on like this, or would it be any guy?” She snickered at Lara’s indignant huff. “Stop that. You know I love him.” “Ah.” Ryan nodded. “I see. If love makes a person this goofy, then I’m glad I can live vicariously through you.” “You’re just jealous. You’ll see. When you find someone, you’ll be crazy like I am.” “If you say so.” Ryan let the subject drop. They talked for a few more minutes, setting up details for the evening, and then Ryan got back to work. The next two hours zipped by as she worked to get all of her data entered and fill out her work log in time to meet Lara. She finished with a few minutes to spare, grabbed her bag and crutches and got down to the door of her building around 5:15. Lara was there ten minutes later. “So, I went on about my guy,” Lara said as they pulled onto 395 South to head to Lorton. “What about you? Any prospects?” “Don’t think so.” Ryan’s mind was only half on the conversation. The melody that had gotten into her head at work was coming faster now and she tried to follow it as she tapped at her phone’s screen. “I met a guy the other day, though.” “Who? Who?” Lara reached over to poke her in the ribs, but Ryan caught her hand and placed it back on the wheel. For once, she was grateful for the slow traffic, as it kept Lara’s speed under control. Escort Bostancı “A friend of a friend.” “Come on, you can’t leave me hanging like that. What’s his name?” Ryan sighed. “Brody Lang. He’s a friend of Mark’s.” Lara would figure it out in a minute, she thought. “That’s kind of neat.” Lara hadn’t processed the last statement. “You don’t meet a lot of Brodys. I mean, the only one I’ve even heard of is the one that plays . . . .” She gaped and stared at Ryan. “Oh, my God. You met Brody Lang? Mark’s teammate?” “Eyes front,” Ryan ordered. Lara complied but couldn’t stop talking. “Ryan, that’s fantastic! Did you meet him through Mark? If Mark is an example, hockey players are way cool.” “He’s fine. And you don’t even like sports.” Ryan tried to deflect the conversation. Lara, however, was a guided missile. “I like sports just fine,” Lara countered. “Trout’s a big sports fan, we watch a lot of games. You’re the one hating on sports. Anyway, what was he like? What did you say?” “You’re going to miss the exit.” “I am not. Now, talk. Or I’ll make you talk in front of the guys.” Lara turned on her blinker and slid into the right lane. Ryan decided to talk in the car. The band was great. Except for the guitarist, they’d all known each other for a few years now, having met and formed the band in college. Still, Ryan had no desire to have this discussion in front of them, and she doubted they would want it either. “Okay. The other day I came home from shopping, and of course I dropped everything. I ran into Mark, and Brody was there. Mark introduced us, and they helped get my stuff inside. Brody even put stuff away.” She couldn’t suppress a smile at that. “We talked a little, then he left. That’s it.” “Ryan, you’re hopeless.” Lara shook her head.
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