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April 27 - April 27, 2025
“Yes, we’re doing this.” I nodded. “But we’re not going in there to cause trouble. I just want to give Violet her bag.” “Yeah, okay, Joe Goldberg,”
“Don’t be an ass, Parker,” Reed said before he whispered to me, “Don’t worry, he’s all talk.” “Sorry, Reed, I didn’t hear that. Were you complimenting my ass again?”
She didn’t hesitate to answer. “Most definitely. Lifelong boycott.” It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth
wasn’t going to do anything.” Parkers eyebrows shot up with disbelief. “Dude, you growled at him like a mountain lion about to launch into battle.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m allowed to growl.” “Pretty sure the only time growling is allowed is in one of those dirty books Mom likes to read,” he replied. “Back me up here, Gray.” “I don’t know how you know what’s in Mom’s books,”
“Why are you so nervous?” “I’m not.” I didn’t look at Parker as I answered, keeping my eyes locked firmly on the road ahead. “You look more nervous than a beauty queen who’s waiting for the judges to announce the winner of the pageant.” I rolled my eyes. Mom had been watching some Miss World-style pageant on TV last night, and although Parker had complained about it, he’d clearly been paying attention. “I must not look nervous at all then,” I replied. “Those beauty queens are masters of composure.” “I never said you were a good beauty queen.”
“Well, you don’t scare me, Reed Darling.” “Good,” he said. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to scare.”
“We have to wait?” Parker groaned. “I’m going to eat my hand if I don’t get fed soon.” “No self-cannibalism on family dinner nights,” Mom shouted from the kitchen. “Oh, because it’s totally cool any other night of the week,” Parker grumbled.
“I can’t tell her,” I said. “I don’t even know if she likes me that way.” Grayson shook his head. “Have your balls gone on vacation?” “Shut up.” “It certainly sounds like they have.” “Okay, fine. My balls are in Bermuda.
“I hear you had quite an eventful game today,” Luke said. “Yes, sir.” “Please call me Luke.” “Yes, sir, uh, Luke.” Luke was struggling to withhold a smile. “Sir Luke.” He pondered it for a moment. “I kind of like the sound of that.”
