Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

A half a foot taller than me, Blakely is a five-foot-ten

you’re 4’5……?

“Penny called me up to her office for some social media overview.” “Me too. Lawes is coming as well.” Posey takes a bite of his bologna sandwich. “Hey, Lawes,” Posey calls into the locker room. “You coming?”

RUN WHILE YOU HAVE A CHANCE

“No, nothing like that,” she says as she twists her hands together. Damn it. And then, she quickly glances at me and looks away. Shit, don’t look at me. Why did she look at me? There’s no need to look at me

yes the fuck there is

Like a bullet out of a cannon, Posey scoots his chair all the way to the window and holds his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t. I never went near her. I have no clue why I’m here. Please don’t kill me.”

IM CACKLING

Penny: Oh my God, Blakely. I’ve had to fart so bad, and Eli finally left the room. Why is this happening to me?

GIRL DOUBLE CHECK YOUR PHONE PLEASE

Penny: Want me to send you the website with all the information you might need? Eli: Yeah, that would be great. If I’m going to make an executive decision about this, I’ll need all the information. And you’re leaning toward yes? Penny: Seems like a great idea. It works for dogs. Why not for babies too? Eli: Just seems weird, you know? Does the tracker come with an app? Penny: The more expensive one does. And the app also tells you when the baby is about to pee and when it is going to poop within ten minutes. Very accurate so you can prepare yourself for what’s to come. And then the obvious sleeping stuff, which is nice. But that one’s $2,000. Seems pricey.

she’s crazy and i love it

Penny: Not a problem. Here is the website: ICan’tBelieveYouFellForThat.com

no because how are you this dumb

Ha.” I guffaw. “Wow, okay, sure, Blakely.” Eli Hornsby has made it very, very clear that marriage is not on his radar. She’ll be eating her words.

one of you is wrong and it isn't Blakely

Dad nods as Mom continues to look between us, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Eli and me and our connected hands resting on the table. I know what she’s thinking. I don’t have to be inside her head to understand because it’s written all over her face. She thinks there’s more between us.

we all do

“Perfect.” I give her a wink and then head over to the wall that’s across the locker room and lean against it, one foot propped against the brick.

so maybe don’t do that

“Dude, what the fuck is going on?” Posey whispers as we sit on the bench, watching another loss unfold in front of us. “Your head isn’t in the game.”

it’s cause his hearts in the song

Blakely: Do me a favor, at least call her today. Out of all days, call her today.

ITS HER BIRTHDAY ISNT IT

Instead of walking over to his assigned locker, he walks toward me and takes a seat. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he says, “So what did you do for her today?” Huh? “Do for her today?” I ask. “What do you mean?” Pacey slowly turns toward me. “For Penny.”

i TOLD you

I take a seat at the desk in the corner of the living room, and pull out a Sharpie and some paper. Getting comfortable in my seat, I uncap the Sharpie and then tap my chin, thinking what to draw.

what the hell id wrong with this lady

Smirking, I press my pen to the paper and start my first commissioned art piece. Commissioned by me, of course, and as I continue to draw, ensuring there’s specific detail, I know my customer will be very satisfied. I repeat the same drawing but make some adjustments here and there. And then one more. When I’m done, I cap the Sharpie and stare at my drawings, chuckling. One picture is of a penis, flaccid, looking very sad and almost weeping because it’s so sad. The next one is a picture of just a pregnant belly and boobs, coming from the side of the paper. The penis is now happy.

I spend the next half hour taking all the throw pillows apart so they’re just the filler pillow rather than the pretty sham. I move his phone charger into the fridge because it felt right, and I take one of his shoes and repot a succulent in it and set it at the window. I take another picture and send it to Blakely, telling her I might be onto something with the succulent shoe. Eli walks through the door just as I’m about to rearrange the coat closet by turning it into a mini rave space, disco ball included.

i think she may want to go to the dr for therapy