Jan 16, 2008 18:52
Scott insisted on packing skis for both of them.
There was supposed to be good powder up in the Catskills this weekend, and cross-country was a good workout.
Besides. If anybody asked where they were headed for the weekend, Scott could say "skiing." Emma could smirk all she wanted. Hell, Logan could smirk all he wanted. With any luck, that was what would keep his girlfriend and his -- well, Logan -- on the side, and on board with this little arrangement. However, they differed, they could unite in mocking him.
Scott wasn't an idiot. He didn't really expect to do any skiing. He didn't expect to read, either, but he packed that new book about the Supreme Court that Warren had given him for Christmas.
Logan brought beer and, judging by the size and shape of the bags he was carrying not much else.
"Not yet," Scott said, tossing the keys at him, over top of the car. "You're wheel man this time."
He opened the passenger door and hoped he knew what he was getting into.
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