Three days later, on a game-free Tuesday night, Brody whistled as he flipped a zucchini pancake over. Mark eyed the contents of the pan warily. “What is that?” “A zucchini pancake with angel hair pasta and a few other things. It’s like a frittata.” Brody sprinkled some salt and pepper on it, flipped it again….
A week later, Ryan was on the UMD campus. She walked over to the statue of the diamondback terrapin, symbol of the school’s teams, and rubbed its head. The week had been hectic, including a tense dinner with her parents, and it felt like it was the first time in days she’d even been able…
Brody debated what they might do now that the gig was over. It was fall, so a lot of places closed early. On the other hand, the weather was still decent, so he suggested they go to Old Town Alexandria. Ryan agreed, and he waited while she changed, musing over what Mark, Hilary and even…
Brody waited for Mark and Hilary near the Foggy Bottom-GWU Metro station. He was looking forward to the show and seeing Ryan perform. When he thought about growing up, he always remembered music in the background. Classical, rock, blues, even some punk—his parents had played a little bit of everything, and he and his siblings…
Saturday morning Brody woke up and groaned as his leg throbbed. He’d gone down to block a shot in the game against Philly, caught the puck above his knee, and it still hurt. Given that, he’d talked with the coach and trainer and decided to skip the day’s optional skate. He stayed in bed a…
Brody drummed his fingers on his knee and bounced his leg as he sat on the team bus. They’d be on their way to Philly soon and few things got the Capitals pumped like a game against the Flyers, even though it was the teams’ first meeting of the season, in mid-November. Baxter dropped into…
“Jason was a piece of work, wasn’t he?” Lara shook her head as she drove them home. “He was.” Ryan paused, trying to get a sense of Lara’s mood. “No worse than usual, I guess, but he does get under my skin. I think he does it on purpose.” “Yeah. God.” Lara smacked the steering…
After going over a new song with Lara in the morning and grabbing an early lunch at the mall, Ryan made her way over to Crystal City to pick up a Zipcar. Working with Lara had kept her from dwelling on the party, but riding out to Chantilly in the little compact, she couldn’t avoid…
A few days later, Brody huffed out a breath as he dropped onto the bench in the dressing room. He grabbed some Gatorade and gulped it down, exchanging high-fives with his teammates as they filed past. “Good job.” Chuck Baxter clapped him on the shoulder as he dropped to the bench next to him. “Now…
© 2011 All Rights Reserved A week later, Ryan was pleased to be in a soft cast. Her ankle hurt far less and she was off her crutches, but she couldn’t wait to be done with the whole damn thing. At least, she thought as she came in from work, she wasn’t thinking about how…
Rhythm and the Blue Line Ch 04 © 2011 All rights reserved Brody stared at the screen. ” This is what you watch when you’re upset?” “I warned you.” Ryan reached into the bag of chips. “You’re the one who wanted to make the bet.” “You are . . . different,” Brody said. “I mean,…
Rhythm and the Blue Line Ch 03 © 2011 All rights reserved “Hi, Mom,” Ryan said. “Hi, sweetie. How are you? I’ve been worried about you. Maybe you should come home while you heal up.” “I’m fine, Mom. Really, I’m fine. I promise.” Ryan stared at the ceiling. “The insurance is covering it. I can…
Rhythm and the Blue Line Ch 02 © 2011 All rights reserved “So, Mark, what’s the story with Ryan?” Brody asked a couple of days later. They sat in the dressing room, lacing up their skates before practice. “What?” Mark looked up. “What story?” Brody shrugged. “She seeing anybody?” Mark narrowed his eyes. “I don’t…
© 2011 All rights reserved “I gotta go, man,” said Mark. “I told Hilary I’d meet her.” “Right.” Brody grinned. “You’re just mad because I was kicking your ass at Madden.” Mark rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m so pissed about losing that I’m using my girlfriend as an excuse. Jesus, Brody.” Brody snickered….
Greg heard the door open behind him and smiled, but his eyes didn’t waver from the glowing laptop screen on the black desk in front of him. Her plane was right on time. He needed to finish writing this code for work tomorrow, but that was going to be just a bit harder now with…