then we warm up and skate. Then after the game we have to shower, andââ
âI get the picture.â
âNot me. I need to hear more about the shower,â said Marcus. Delilah gave him another small kick under the table.
Delilah turned to Jason. She was determined to keep focused, making sure her sentences were straightforward and simple so she didnât turn into Babbling Brook or Betsy Blurt and embarrass herself. âWhen you have a game, what time do you leave Stanley, and what time do you come home?â
âWell, in Minneapolis, I would usually leave my place any time between three and four, and Iâd get home whenever.â His gaze darted away.
âWhenever,â Marcus repeated with a purr. âNow thereâs a nice vague phrase.â A look passed between the two men. Delilah was unsure whether Jason was amused or annoyed.
âYou walk him before you go to Met Gar?â she continued, trying to piece together a timeline in her mind. Jason nodded.
âSo, youâd want me to come by and walk him at whatâeight? Nine?â
âBetween nine and ten would probably be good.â
âMmm.â Delilah snuck a sideways glance at him. He looked tired; his face was slightly drawn, and there was the faint beginnings of bags beneath his eyes. Still, he exuded a certain masculine vitality even at this early hour. Delilah wondered if that was true of all athletes, or if it was something unique to Jason. Sheâd ask Marcus after Jason left. If anyone would have an opinion on the matter, it would be Marcus.
A thought struck Delilah. âHow did you manage to come home âwheneverâ when you had home games in Minnesota?â
âI had a doggie door in my house. He could go in and out as he pleased.â
âI would kill to see a doggie door big enough for a Newf,â Marcus chortled.
Jason chuckled in response, but there was no mistaking the continuing appeal in his eyes as he looked at Delilah.
âCan you help me out? Please?â
Delilah sighed. âHereâs the thing.â Youâre sitting so close to me that our legs are touching and Iâm having a hard time concentrating. âThe only dogs I walk at night are those boarding with me, as well as my own, obviously.â
âBut couldnât you make an exception? Iâd pay you double. Triple. Whatever you want.â
âLet me think.â Delilah suppressed a yelp as the toe of Marcusâs sneaker connected firmly with her shin.
âOh, câmon, Lilah, you can do it,â Marcus urged. âYouâre always at home at night anyway.â Delilah glared at him. âWhat I mean is, Delilah can be a bit of homebody,â Marcus quickly amended, flashing Jason a very charming smile. âI didnât mean to make it sound like she doesnât have a life.â Even though you donât , Marcusâs expression said as he sucked in his cheeks disparagingly.
âDelilah, Iâm begging.â Jasonâs gaze remained riveted to her face. Delilah felt her pulse stutter. His eyes were gorgeous, especially right now as they pleaded with her. Delilah wondered how many other women had fallen prey to their charm.
Delilah broke eye contact. âOkay, hereâs the deal,â she said, taking a sip of coffee. âIâll do it as long as itâs not every night.â
âItâs not! Only on game nights.â
âOnly on game nights during the week,â Delilah amended for him. âWeekends are out unless heâs boarding with me. I do have a life, you know.â She shot Marcus a pointed look. Marcus pressed his lips together. Delilah could tell he was suppressing a snort.
Jason frowned. âMaybe we could negotiate something if it happens to be a weekend and youâre free.â
âMaybe,â said Delilah, wondering if this was what her mother meant when she would say, âMake him chase you.â If she