Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Already? We just started the convo.”
“I know, but they wanna do brewskies with Reichy before has to get back to NY. His team’s got even more shit going on than mine does.”
Surprise tilts my head slightly to the side. “Dalvegan’s got problems?”
“Few injuries that haven’t healed – putting us at a disadvantage to start the season – couple players we were expecting to resign but can’t – fucking with cap space – one of the Goonie Tunes has some huge issue with the new, on deck chef, plus the usual round up of media scheduling, training camp, the annual team outing as well as our exhibition games.”
A sympathetic wince is all I seem capable of offering.
Okay.
Perhaps now wouldn’t be the right time to add me dating one of his players onto the pile.
“Not to mention we’ve gotta get all the kids back to school stuff together including their yearly doc appointments and cleaning with you.”
“I see them next week.”
“At least I know I can always count on someone.”
An undeniable ache spreads viciously through my chest, yet I force myself to nod in agreement.
“Yeah!” he abruptly barks to someone offscreen, attention darting over to the person. “Fuck, bud. I’m coming.” The instant our eyes lock once more he half-heartedly grins. “Sorry, sis. I’ll text later. Maybe the boyfriend can spare you for a few and we can do another call.”
“Maybe.”
“Tell that plug to stay on the O and he won’t need to get on the D when he finally meets me.”
“Okay that was definitely a sex reference.”
M warmly chuckles, winks, and ends the video chat leaving me to bittersweetly smile all alone.
As much as I wish we had more time to talk, I’m not so sure I could keep the details of dating Thayne to myself for much longer.
And honestly?
Floss more, whiten less, honestly?
I’m kind of enjoying what we have without outside influences or opinions.
Particularly one that has quite the habit of making or breaking things sometimes.
Vibrations indicate an incoming text from my parents; however, a sassy knock followed immediately by my office door opening prevents it from being opened.
“Ooooo, Doc,” Rhonnie croons the instant her stare meets mine. “Your personal soap opera has not stopped since they’ve been here.”
Not grinning isn’t even considered.
“They’re giving me full fledge Dynasty meets Dallas bitch slaps Days of Our Lives show finale vibes.”
“That’s sounds so dramatic.”
“That’s what they’ve been this entire time,” Rhonnie sassily smirks. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard them.”
“I haven’t.”
She lifts one pointed finger and theatrically touches the curve of her ear.
“You wanna pick out the color of my toothbrush for me too!?” emotionally shouts Bronny.
“At least then I’d know you have a goddamn toothbrush!” my boyfriend yells in return.
“See,” my patient service lead tauntingly beams, “drama.”
“In HD.” Abandoning my device back in my desk drawer occurs in tandem with me rising to my feet. “Tell me they’re at least the last ones here outside of you and Addy.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Thank our lucky dental dams for that,” I playfully jeer prior to exiting my office.
Getting to the room down the hall where Jukes and his little brother are competing for an Emmy doesn’t take long nor does getting dragged into their surprise storyline of the week.
“I wanna be enunciated!” the teen loudly proclaims while aggressively pointing at the banana yellow shorts wearing male on the opposite side of the room.
There’s no stopping my face from crinkling in confusion. “What?”
“I wanna break free from my bro and out of his shadow and be the one to legally decide all my own shit!”
“Emancipated,” I gingerly corrected.
“That’s what I said!” Bronny swiftly insists.
“Not quite,” leaves me barely above a whisper.
“I’m old enough to think for myself and make my own choices!”
“You’re barely old enough to spell choices let alone make them responsibly,” argues Thayne without missing a beat.
“At least I know how to use the fire extinguisher!”
“I wasn’t the one who started a fire in the kitchen to begin with!”
“The kitchen was on fire?!” escapes much louder and more forceful than my last interjection.
Bronny makes a small gap with his finger. “Lil’ fire.”
“Big enough for the alarm company to call the fire department while I was in a trainin’ sesh!”
“That’s…” his bleached blond head bobbles around in unhappiness, “their…fault…”
“Okay, ‘Disco Inferno’,” my hand gestures to the area I need him to stretch out, “assume the position, please.”
Bronny crosses the short distance to his chair allowing me to slide over to the sink, wash my hands, and receive a sweet but very chaste kiss from the man I’ve spent almost every night with since we slept together a couple of weeks ago.
And the one night we didn’t?
I left sometime after midnight only to have him crawling into my bed for a couple hours later instead.
He hated not having me in his arms.
I hated not being there.
I know it’s something we’ll have to adjust to when the season officially starts, however, until then?