Reggie turned and gave me a hungry look. “Why don’t we start with a game of find-the-phone?” he suggested. I reached into the front of my suit bottom and plucked it out, depriving him of the chance. Grinning, I tossed the phone onto an overstuffed chair. “Why don’t we talk first?” I was about to find out whether I actually had the Sway or not. If the answer was no, this would be a very short conversation. “Talk?” Reggie said, blinking several times in succession. “Yes, I’m feeling a little shy, and I’d like to get to know you a bit before we do anything else.” He laughed out loud. “You are an odd one, aren’t you? Hot—but odd. Reggie’s not interested in talking. I can talk to my teammates. I can talk to my fans. Now get over here and let me take you out of that rubber band you’re wearing.”
