Down in the locker room, Vic changed out of his sweaty clothes into fresh jeans and a clean T-shirt. As he shoved his dirty clothing into his gym bag, he felt a hand slap his back. Turning, he found Doug stepping onto the bench behind him before sitting down. “Hey there, all-star,” the bodybuilder said. The grin had not yet faded from his face. “How about heading over to Buzz and Ned’s for dinner? Some of the other guys want to get something to eat, and the way you played tonight? Damn. I’ll pick up your tab myself. What do you say?”
Vic gave him a tight smile. “I don’t think so. Matt’s out in the crowd waiting for me.”
“Oh.” Now the grin slid away, as did the hand on Vic’s back. “I’d say invite him along, but it’s sort of just going to be the team, if you know what I mean.”
“I know.” Z
