He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

I text them back. Halsey: Burned the fuck out of the sloppy joes because I was wrestling a mattress. I rolled my ankle, so we’re currently on the way to the arena to meet with Grace. I ended up popping the air mattress with scissors. Silas: **BLINKS** Posey: Uh . . . I don’t think that’s what we planned. OC: Wait, so you’re hurt? Pacey: Fuck, dude! Halsey: Yeah, I’m hurt, and dinner was roasted. Penny: This. Penny: Is. Penny: Perfect!!! Silas: I say this with all the gentility that I can muster, but how is our center rolling his ankle perfect? OC: Clearly, Penny knows all so we should just listen to her. Yay, you rolled your ankle! Posey: Dude, have some nuts. Pacey: I’m with Levi. OC: I’m so confused! Penny: Okay, it sucks for the team, but this is perfect for Halsey. He will be out for, what? A week or two? Blakely will be so distraught that she’ll want to take care of him every chance she gets, leading to them falling in love! Can’t you see, it’s perfect! Posey: She’s right. Silas: Huh, that does make sense. OC: See, all hail Queen Penny. Penny: Okay, pull it back, new guy. OC: Sorry.