Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

I fired up my phone and was greeted with a number of texts. Dad: Hope you had a good flight. We’re heading to bed, but please let me know when you get into Tennessee. Leo: He claims he’s going to bed, you and I both know that he’s going to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling until you text. Safe travels, Brax. Easton: You need a boy like this. He’s so cute. If I was a Daddy, I’d be totally looking for a little. The last one caught my eye, making me ignore the rest for now. Unknown: Your flight says it’s still on time. I figure you’ll have bags and whatnot, so I’ll be there around 11:30. White Denali. See you soon. I checked the time. My phone had updated to Central Time and was reading just past eleven. I took the time that the plane was taxiing to the gate to update my contacts with Trevor’s number, then shoot him a quick text letting him know that the timing would be fine. With that complete, I sent a text to my dad and Leo letting them know I’d arrived safely and would be heading home with Trevor shortly, then flipped over to Easton’s text. The link took me to the Instagram account of a little. To my surprise, the account was tagged local to Nashville. Easton had said that the littles scene in the area was huge, but I hadn’t expected it to be that easy for him to find the social media account of one. I had to give Easton that the boy was cute, but I still didn’t think it was worth getting my hopes up that I’d find a boy or a little at this point in my life.