Quit overthinking.
“Are you still peeing?” Junie calls from my bedroom. “What are you, a racehorse? You didn’t drinkthatmuch today, did you?”
I pocket my phone and get to work cleaning myself quickly. “Got distracted thinking I need to redo the bathroom,” I call back. “Hold on. I’m changing into jammies. Wanna watch a movie?”
“It’s a school night, Mom.”
“Wanna watch an episode ofSpongeBob SquarePantsand pretend it’s a movie?”
“You are such a dork.”
“I am. And wouldn’t you rather have a dorky mom than a militant mom?”
For the record—that was my own mother coming out of my mouth.
And despite where she’s living right now, I think I’m okay with that. And despite her dabbling in white-collar crime, she’s still the best mom I could’ve ever had. So as long as I never decide to take a leap to the wrong side of the law, Junie and I will be fine.
I snort softly to myself.
Yes, Junie, I banged your coach because a woman has needs, but at least I’m not in jail, right?
Worst part?
My daughter would probably mostly agree with that.
Doesn’t mean I don’t feel terrible for sneaking around behind her back, but this time, I’m not doing it to make a man happy.
This time, I’m doing it to makemehappy, and I know I’d stop in a heartbeat if I thought Flint was truly bad for her.
And for me, that makes all the difference.
Chapter 25
Flint
The only thing more frustrating than waiting to get Maisey alone again is being eliminated from the state finals after a bad call that ultimately cost us the game.
“You were totally not offside,” Abigail says to June as we drown our sorrows at Iron Moose with fried cheese sticks, bison burgers, and root beer floats. The team took over the entire dining room, and most of the parents are scattered at tables around the long table the kids rearranged so they could sit together. “That was the worst call in the history of worst calls.”
June doesn’t answer.
She’s still slunk over her untouched plate.
I canfeelMaisey biting her tongue down at the other end of the table.
“And it was great that you were there to play so we weren’t shorthanded,” Vivian chimes in.
June shakes her head and sits up straighter. “You did really great,” she replies. “That goal was the bestever. It’s awesome that the scout got to see.”
Yeah.
That’s the other issue.
The entire team figured out we had a college scout watching today.
“Who wants another root beer float?” Regina calls.
“Can I get a brownie sundae instead?” Wade, one of our defensemen, asks.
