Now it was Friday afternoon, and the craze of the week had subsided to a steadier pulse. It had been an intense five days, so much of the staff had kicked off early meetings for drinks at the nearby P. F. Changs. Dominique had declined the invitation, choosing instead to finish the edit she was working on before heading home. She was well aware of the fact that her Saturday mornings had become more exciting than her Friday nights and that her anticipation of tomorrow’s game had little to do with the boys on the field but a lot to do with their coach. It would be the first time she’d seen Jake in a week. She hadn’t talked to him in three days, since she’d passed on his offer to take Justin to the football game. God only knows how this will turn out.

“Miss Dom.” Reggie’s voice coming through the intercom roused Dominique from her musings.

“Yes, Reggie.”

“What time is the game tomorrow?”

A big smile spread across Dominique’s face. “You’re coming with me?”

“I sure am! Making up for your giving me last Monday morning off. Plus I’m guessing you could use the support.”

Dominique had shared with Reggie what was going on with Justin, without totally revealing her part in his heartache. Telling him everything would reveal that their conversation had played a part in her decision to keep Justin home. She figured that one person feeling bad was enough. Especially now, when he was coming through as the friend that he was. “Reggie, you’re a sweetheart. The game starts at noon but let’s go to your favorite place for their champagne brunch.” Dominique had already decided that tomorrow she’d work from home.

“Sounds like a plan, but who’s the designated driver?”

“We’ll use the company town car.”

The next day, Dominique and Reggie walked the short distance from their chauffeured car to the stadium bleachers. They were both feeling all warm and fuzzy after several mimosas accompanied their breakfast fare and Reggie, relishing a rare Saturday off, had added a couple shots of Patron Silver to the mix.

“Where’s that fine coach?” Reggie asked, tossing a bright pink cashmere scarf over his shoulder and hitting the tight-lipped man behind him in the face. “What do we do?”

Dominique finished the team’s oft-stated chant. “We tear it up!”

“Tear it up, baby!” Reggie exclaimed, giving Dominique a high five. “Ooh, there he is,” he whispered a moment later, when Jake and the coaches came off the bench. “Girl... that man is Grade A prime beef, USDA approved!”