“I want a tour of your home office!” Janette said to Angeline after the guys had disappeared into the backyard. “I want to see where the magic happens.”
“Oh please. You flatter me.” Angeline blushed and bit her lower lip but grabbed Janette’s hand and giggled as she led Janette up the curved staircase. “I don’t think you’ll find my office nearly as exciting as you think it is.”
“Your office is upstairs? That’s so cool.” Janette held Angeline’s hand like she would never let go. Chandler had accused her of idolizing Angeline and Janette had scoffed at the accusation. Now she knew for certain that her husband was one hundred percent right. How embarrassing. Janette knew she was making a fool of herself but didn’t care.
“Yeah, Glenn built it custom for me near my bedroom suite so I would never be far away from him.” She winked and grinned with a twinkle in her eye.
“I could never have my office near my bedroom,” Janette said. “Chandler hates it when I sit up in bed and read because the light bothers him. He would not want me typing away in the next room.”
“Why don’t you read on your Kindle?” Angeline asked. “You wouldn’t need the light on.”
“Not only am I reading on my Kindle, but I have the screen light way down, and the blankets over my head, and it still bothers him.”
“And get this, he regularly falls asleep in front of the television with all the lights on and the volume blaring so loud that I have to wear headphones from the next room in order to write.”
“And yet the tiny light from your Kindle bothers him?” Angeline raised her eyebrows.
“He says with all the other lights off, the little Kindle light is like a spotlight.”
While Janette was talking, Angeline reached into her home office and flicked on the light switch. Janette wasn’t sure what she’d expected but this wasn’t it. Green curtains hung all around a complex workstation of three computer monitors, a professional microphone attached to one part of the desk, and an empty space behind her chair overlooking a beautiful Italian window. Janette strode over to the Italian window and realized she was looking down over the elaborate two-story living room with cathedral ceilings.
“This is totally cool,” Janette said, turning back to Angeline, but she looked around in confusion. “Where’s the big office you normally sit in?”
“I’ll show you,” Angeline said, pulling up a second chair close to her desk and patting the seat. “Step into my office.” She grabbed one of the thick green curtains that hung to the side and pulled it on a rod so that it was completely surrounding them in a semi-circle. Then she clicked a couple times with her mouse and suddenly the two of them showed up on one of the computer monitors inside what looked like a home office. The same home office Janette saw every time she met with Angeline on a coaching call.
“Your home office is a green screen?” Janette turned around as if to confirm that she was indeed sitting in front of a curtain instead of an office.
“Yeah, you want to come with me to the beach?” Angeline clicked her mouse again and suddenly they were transported on the screen to a beautiful beach that had slowly crashing waves and a bird flying in the distance. “Or the movies?” She clicked again and they were sitting in a movie theater.
“Gee, got any popcorn?” Janette laughed. “What should we watch?”
“We should probably eat steak instead of popcorn.” Angeline reset the image on the computer, and they were in front of a green curtain again. “Our husbands are probably done grilling and wondered where we’d snuck off to.”
“They’ve probably eaten without us by now,” Janette said.
“Weren’t we waiting for your daughter to arrive?” Angeline cocked her head to the side. “She’s bringing her new boyfriend, right?”
“Oh, that’s right. Our daughter.” Janette chuckled nervously. “That’s why we’re in Vegas after all.”
Angeline flicked the lights off in her office as they headed back into the hall and down the stairs. “What’s his name?”
“Vincent something-or-another,” Janette said, trying to remember. “Udy? Maybe his last name is something like Udy?”
“Vincent Udy?” Angeline stopped Janette by grabbing hold of her forearm. “The wide receiver for the Raiders?”
“The professional football team,” Angeline said. “The Las Vegas Raiders. They have a super famous wide receiver who makes tons of touchdowns. My husband would be able to tell you more. That can’t be right though, he’s really old. Like thirty or something. Plus, he’s famous. Where would she meet a famous person?”
“Actually, she meets famous people all the time.” Janette’s mind was racing, trying to process her daughter dating someone famous. “She works as a makeup artist interning with some high-fashion designer.”
“Why would a football player need a makeup artist?”
“Maybe they just met at a party or something.” Janette shrugged.
“Does she usually date black guys? He’s super hot and covered in tattoos.”
“She always joked that she wanted to have a mixed baby someday.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure he already has a baby, if this is the same Vincent Udy who’s on the Raiders. She’d probably be like ten or twelve by now.”
“Let me get this straight. My twenty-year-old daughter is possibly dating a super-hot thirty-year-old black guy who is covered in tattoos, has a twelve-year-old daughter, and plays professional football so well that he’s famous enough for you to know all this about him off the cuff?”
Angeline shrugged. “My husband and son love to watch football and are always talking stats about their favorite players. Besides, Vincent Udy’s kind of a local celebrity. He does lots of media appearances and charity events and stuff.”
“Well, gosh, he sounds like a great guy. A little old for my daughter, but… okay.”
As they were descending the stairs, the doorbell rang, and Glenn got to the door ahead of them. As he pulled the door open and stepped back, his mouth gaped. “Oh… my… gosh.”
Yep, the Vincent Udy was standing on Angeline and Glenn’s front porch holding Blayke’s hand.