Me
I hear I’m seeing you at dinner tonight.
H.E.
Lexi and Piper invited me. Is it okay if I’m there?
Me
Of course it’s okay that you’re there.
H.E.
It’s you’re team and I’m not a part of it, so I don’t want to overstep.
Me
If it’s my team, I get to make the rules, and the rules say you should be there.
H.E.
Bossy.
I’ll be there.
Come to my place after?
Me
Only if you’re okay with me staying up late to look at game notes.
The playoffs start tomorrow.
H.E.
Will you wear your glasses?
Me
I don’t need them, but I’ll wear them for you.
H.E.
Then, yes. I’m okay with you staying up to look at game notes.
Me
See you later, sweetheart.
H.E.
It’s going to be hard not touching you, but I think I have some self-control.
Me
We’ll see about that.
Maverick and Emmy’shouse is loud. After thirty minutes of video games, yelling over who gets food first, and a stack of napkins that Ethan throws at Grant, Emmy saunters over to me where I’ve been hiding out in the kitchen. She holds out Murphy, deposits her in my arms, then turns and leaves me for a glass of wine.
