“I’m her partner,” I tell him. “Ooh,” Bridget coos. “What kind of partner?” That little shit. I give her an exasperated look. “Life, sexual, dance, gaming—” I shrug and nod my chin at the doctor. “Take your fucking pick, Bridge.” “We don’t play a lot of games,” Magnolia says quietly to no one in particular and I snort a laugh, giving her a look. “Parks, you and I play more games than anyone else I know.” I stand over her, kiss her forehead. “But I’m done with that shit.”
