Jack and Ginger (Sacred Heart Coven Book 3) by Felicia Starr Read Free Book Online Page B

going to be extra pumped up. That energy will be pulsing through the city long before the Bears land in Cali.

    Jack: Speaking of landing did you order your tickets yet?

    Ginger froze. Her dad hadn't mentioned any tickets? People need tickets for a lot of things. As far as she knew her dad had not purchased any game tickets. They had talked about trying to go to Chicago one day to go to a game together. Roger would have never allowed it.  
    She wondered if she should dare ask him? Would it give it away that she wasn't Art? What else could she say...no?

    Jack: You did book your flight?

    Art: Actually some things have come up and I have not had a chance to do much of anything all summer.

    That wasn't altogether not the truth. Ginger found it odd that her father had some kind of a trip planned that he didn't mention to her. It wasn't like it was for work; he had retired before he moved east to be closer to her.

    Jack: Art you're killing me over here. I was able to reserve the box for the game. Are you going to order your ticket? The prices are going to get more expensive the longer you wait. I know I should have reached out to you over the summer, but I was away for work a few times.

    Art: Box seats sound badass. My health has taken a turn for the worse to be honest with you, it doesn't look like I will be able to make it.

    Jack: So I guess you didn't tell your daughter either. I know you were hoping to bring her to Chicago with you.  

    Chicago, Ginger thought. Her dad was planning a trip to Soldier Field. But, who is this guy Jack?  
    Walking into that stadium with her dad was a dream they both shared for quite some time. The sting of the situation never being able to become a reality forced the tears to start leaking from the corners of her eyes.  
    She took a deep breath and tried blinking her eyes wide open to force them to stop. The saltiness burned her already tired eyes. She looked through her flooded eyes at her uneaten sandwich and cold cup of tea. She needed to get to sleep.  

    Art: You know Jack I didn't even have the opportunity to tell her. It is probably best I didn't. She would have been upset if I couldn't go.

    Jack: Well if anything changes I will hold onto to your tickets. Let's catch up soon.

    Art: She will get there one day. It is really late, I better get some sleep. Talk tomorrow...

    Ginger should have left well enough alone. Why did she leave an open invitation for them to talk again tomorrow? She should tell him that he is going to turn his internet off or something so he doesn't expect to hear from her father again instead she set herself up to continue the charade.
    It did feel really good to talk football for a few minutes. It was something that she had a lot of passion for, and her father was the only person she ever got to talk to about it. Other than a few random guys that might have been sitting at the bar with them watching a game.  
    Ginger shut the computer down and cleaned up her late night snack. She kind of lost her appetite, that and she was really too tired to eat. Tomorrow would be a new day.  

Chapter Six  

    GINGER GOT INTO BED HOPING that she would be able to pass right out. Her body was in   overdrive and her mind was rolling like watching a movie fuzzed out on fast-forward.  
    One second she was reciting drink recipes in her head and the next she was listing the Bears draft picks for the year. She wondered what would have happened if she just went to bed when she got home. She never should have made that sandwich.  
    How could she be so careless to eat over the keyboard, let alone not pay attention to the fact that she was clicking away at the letters that popped up on this guy Jack's computer screen?
    What did this Jack guy look like? He was probably an old man like her father. Maybe they had served together in Vietnam. Maybe he used to be in the union with him.  
    She should have asked Jack. That wouldn't have worked. He knew that Art knew how they knew each