“Well, we should celebrate the newest babe. Barbeque at our place?” he suggests.
“Hell yeah,” says one of the girls.
“You ladies bring the beer; we’ll provide the meat.”
Susanna snorts, and it makes us all laugh.
Before Jack turns to leave, he leans down and kisses my hand. “You, beautiful Quinn, don’t need to bring a thing.”
“Oh, well….”
“Thanks, Jack,” says Robbi as she takes my free hand and pulls me away. A good thing since I was frozen in time.
“I’ll talk to the guys, see what date works. I’ll let you know.” He smiles brightly. “Have a wonderful day, ladies.”
“You too,” several of us say at once.
The minute we walk into the house, they start.
“Oh. Em. Gee. He likes you, Quinn,” squeals Susanna.
“No, he—”
“He does,” Kat jumps in. “He’s never flirted with any of us.”
I shake my head. “I’m sure—”
“We’ll see at the barbeque, won’t we? Hm?” says a smirking Patsy.
“No.”
Oh geez. What will I wear?
Chapter Eleven
Cooke:What is a scrum?
The past few days, Cooke has taken to texting me weird questions like that one. I know it’s related to rugby, because after looking up the first two, I saw a theme—Day one: What is a fly-half?Day two: What is a sin bin?
Me:Scrum is another name for that gross soapy ring around the bathtub.
See what I did there? I made something up. I’ve been doing that for all of them because it’s funny. I’m not sure he agrees, because after my latest funny, he wrote:
Cooke: Quinn, love. Don’t be cheeky. If we’re going to be mates, you need to learn all about the first love of my life.
I know what cheeky means, but when he says “mates”…. I know it means ‘friend’ in British.
Fine. I can stop being cheeky.
Me: A scrum is:an ordered formation of players, used to restart play, in which the forwards of a team form up with arms interlocked and heads down, then push forward against a similar group from the opposing side. The ball is thrown into the scrum, and the players try to gain possession of it by kicking it backward toward their own side.
Thank you, Google.
Me: You know I just pasted that from Google, right? I still don’t know what it means.
Before I know it, he’s sent me a link to a video tutorial about scrums. It’s only three minutes long, so I watch it.
Me: Oh, I get it.
