“You think you know what I want, Wren?” I asked, my voice suddenly gruffer than usual.
Was I actually flirting with her now?
“I used to know what you wanted, but I definitely don’t know what you want anymore, Axel.” She sighed. “But it’s just lasagna. Nothing more.”
And just like that, she was making sure I knew this was not a peace offering.
And we were definitely not flirting.
At least one of us wasn’t.
“I hear you loud and clear.” I reached for the plate as she turned to walk away. “And you were right, I definitely wanted it.”
I saw her shoulders bounce the slightest bit, and I knew she was laughing, even if she was doing everything that she could to hide it.
Easton
Are we meeting at Booze and Brews tonight? I mean, everyone but Clark.
Clark
Thanks for that. I’ll just be at a game killing myself while you all enjoy a few beers.
We’ll be watching the game there, so go out and kick some ass.
Rafe
We’ll be cheering you on from here, brother.
Bridger
Just show the fuck up. I don’t have time for losers.
Clark
Easton
Damn. I wanted to say that, but I didn’t want to sound like a dick.
Bridger
Nice try. You’re the biggest dick I know on the pickleball court.
Archer
I could not agree more. But yes, let’s get the win tonight, Clark.
Clark
Well, since you’re all going to be sitting at a bar, and knowing that losing will annoy you—that’s all the motivation I need. It’s not the hours of training and work that have gone into it, it’s all about keeping you fuckers happy.
Bridger
Well said.
Rafe
Thank you. Winning just makes for a better evening for all of us.
