Wow, this pizza is so good,” I said, swallowing a gooey bite.
“It is,” Ben agreed. “But I think Sage needs a little more garlic on his. Piri says he loves the stuff.”
“Nice,” I said, nodding.
“So what have you guys been doing since we got to the hotel?” Rayna asked.
“Playing cribbage,” Ben said. “Ask Sage who won.”
“You say that like you never lost a game,” Sage countered.
“Not at all. I’m just asking you to inform the ladies who won the most games.”
“That would be you,” Sage admitted.
“Four out of seven,” Ben crowed, “which is like winning the Stanley Cup of cribbage.”
I had no idea what that meant. Ben had to explain that the Stanley Cup is a best-of-seven match.
“I prefer soccer,” Sage said. “In the World Cup the preliminary games are just lead-ups to the final. And if Ben would be so kind as to let you know who won our final game…”
“Misnomer,” Ben said. “You won the last game we played before dinner, yes, but the final game won’t come until right before we go our separate ways. You let me know when you’re about to head back to South America for good, and I’ll bring out the cards for that match. I’m ready whenever you are.”
He said it lightly, but his eyes were steely, and we all picked up on his real message.

Autore: Hilary Duff