“I can’t get to my own bed easily yet, but she’s working with a contractor to fix it. It’s fine.”
Fletcher starts to grin.
Goldie gives him a playful shove. “He can’t even make his own food right now. Stop thinking what you’re thinking.”
He tosses her a grin before turning it on me. “Is she hot? Have you ever had nurse fantasies? Goldie was reading this book about a couple who hated each other but then they hooked up because they had to share a bed?—”
“I’m calling Zander and getting out of here,” I announce.
Calf’s still cramping.
I feel like ass.
I smell like ass. Can’t remember the last time I showered.
And I want to sleep.
And dream about vanilla honey and wide blue eyes.
Fuck.
Fletcher squints at me. “You’re back. You don’t need a live-in house sitter. So if she’s still staying at the house?—”
Goldie shoos Fletcher again. “If renovations aren’t as fast as you think they’ll be, I can talk to my friend Sheila. She has a spare bedroom, and she won’t torture you about your house sitter. Or wear budgie smugglers in front of you.”
I like Goldie’s friends. They come to practices and matches and afterparties.
They’re all at least sixty-five, and they all give fun aunt vibes.
So it’s a relief that they won’t have a budgie smugglers party.
“I can handle him,” I tell her.
“That’s why you’re the captain.”
I glance at my phone again.
Still the same message from Ziggy. No bubbles indicating she’s texting more. No new messages about her staying.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, but I can’t typeok.
She said something about me sayingokin text.
But what the fuck am I supposed to say?Thanksis the same asok.
I should’ve called the plumber myselfmight make her think I don’t appreciate what she did.
Breakfast was delicious and we’re both going through shit and do you want to get married so I can give you health insurance for the baby?is unhinged.
Where did that even come from?
And why am I getting hot?
“Everything okay?” Goldie says.
Fletcher’s gone. Probably trying on his other budgie smugglers.
Goldie works for herself as a life coach, and she’s fucking good at it. Not unusual to see one or two of the guys corner her with questions when we’re all hanging out.
