"Where did you two go for dinner?" Brady asked, his tone accusing. I was surprised at his interest and then embarrassed at his question. Lord, I was a w***e, I hadn't even made it to dinner with the man I slept with.
My cheeks flushed. "Uhm, we ate here." I lied. He saw straight through it, his focus returning to his plate. He emptied it and finished his milk before taking off to the bathroom to shower.
It was an away game today, not far. After we each showered and cleaned up breakfast we piled ourselves into the car, me at the wheel. It was only an hour to The Saints stadium though the silence between us made it seem endlessly long.
Technically, it wasn't in my job title to attend away games. I was simply in charge of hosting teams at the Falcon's home. This was civilian Danny attendin
