“He and his daughter are going bowling, and she invited me to come.” I tap the sides of my phone and look at Tierney. “What do I say?”
“Do you want to see him? To see her?”
“Yeah. I do.” I nod. “But I don’t want to ditch you. We just got here and?—”
“Sweetie, that man is an adult who knows how to communicate. Wait.” Tierney sits up. “What about his ex? Is she still in the picture?”
“Amicably separated, with the healthiest co-parenting relationship I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, and she’s pushing my chair away from the table.
“You need to go right this second, because people—men—like this don’t exist on every street corner. “And you should enjoy it.”
“I should, shouldn’t I?” I grin, answering him as fast as my thumbs can type.
Me
I’m in. And I’m an excellent bowler.
GC
So am I. Care to wager a bet?
Me
You’re on, Saunders. Which alley are you going to?
GC
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Want us to pick you up?
Me
I’m out with Tierney, so I’ll grab a rideshare. Are you on your way now?
GC
ETA 20 minutes.
Me
See you soon!
“Okay. I’m going to go.” I click off my phone and grab my purse, making sure to leave enough cash to cover the tip. “Because why the hell not?”
“I love this for you, Han. Text me if you need anything?” Tierney says, and I grin.
“I will.”
Techno music playsfrom the speakers over the lanes. Brody fixes the Velcro on his shoes and stands, jumping up and down.
“Is that a new technique I don’t know about?” I ask, lacing my own shoes.
“He has weird superstitions about things,” Liv tells me. “The shoes have to feel right, or he’ll blame his bad score on them being a half size too big or too small.”
“And I thought hockey was the only sport he cared deeply about.”
“Nope, and it’s best to let him just… do whatever the heck that is,” she says.
