“The movie is on,” Goldie corrects. “I don’t care if you two go, but I am. There’s something familiar about her, but I can’t place it. I need to work this out.”
I want to go.
I want to fucking take a woman I like to the movies and introduce her to my friends like she’s never met them and watch the two women bond over being betrayed by their former best friends.
Happened to Goldie too, which our whole team knows since Fletcher and Silas ordered us all to be nice to her, as if we wouldn’t be. I’ve been working on the right way to figure out how to introduce the two of them all week.
Ziggy needs friends.
Goldie’s ninety percent angel with a decent grip on the ten percent chaos part of her personality. She’s a good friend.
She’ll be good for Ziggy too.
Fletcher slides a look at me, then back at Goldie. “Huh.”
“What doeshuhmean?” I ask him.
“Means I might have to decide if you’re worth putting my career on the line.”
“Youareold,” Goldie says.
He grins. “Always wanted to go out in a blaze of glory.”
“Are you fucking retiring?” I ask him.
“No. I’m gonna play until I’m dead. Unless I put my neck on the line for you and get fired or traded, which is the same as getting fired. Goldie’s friends would murder me if I asked her to move away for me.”
“I can never decide if you’re the best kind of wingman or the worst.”
“If he’s not both, he’s not doing it right,” Goldie says.
Fletcher nods. “Accurate.”
“How’d your waffle mascot presentation go?” she asks him.
“They’re putting Waffy on the ballot to shut me up.”
Goldie’s right.
He’s somehow always the best and the worst at the same time.
“Speaking of Goldie’s friends,” Fletcher says, “we’re having lunch with them. Want me to drop you at your house, or do you want three seasoned ladies fussing over you for the next three hours?”
“Don’t you work anymore?” I ask Goldie. She’s a life coach with a couple books out.
“Not on days when we have lunch with the girls.”
“You know what else?” Fletcher says. “You can ask anyone of Goldie’s friends to the movies without worrying it’ll cost you your spot on the team.”
I flip him off.
Goldie pats me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Holt. This is all going to work out. How can it not when you have us on your side?”
I’ve seen her work miracles. She got Fletcher and her brother to get along, after all.
But this feels like a mountain too high even for her.
And her friends.
