Hopefully the hotel had good insurance.But the kid wasn’t paying attention, which was surprising, since most males over the age of five usually recognized him—the quarterback for their team, the Portland Lancers—instantly. The town had a bad case of playoff fever even though the regular season was only half finished. In fact, this town had Super Bowl fever, and Johnny figured prominently in their fantasies.Intrigued, he turned to see what the valet was staring at. A long pair of shapely legs were exiting a limousine. Possibly the best legs Johnny had ever seen, although at some point they all blurred together, especially when the women were wearing sexy black heels, as this one was. Still, like his teenaged friend, he was invested in seeing the rest of her.Then she completed her emergence and stood tall, peering up at the cloudy sky, adjusting the belt on her tan trench coat, and then turning to press a discreet fold of bills into the driver’s hand. Her face didn’t disappoint, although again, he couldn’t really be sure since she wore huge sunglasses.
