TAYLOR
Damn right, he did.
ME
Did you have anything to do with this?
TAYLOR
Told you I was handling it.
But no, I wasn’t responsible for him asking you to take over. That was all you.
ME
He said you called me a boss ass bitch.
TAYLOR
Because you ARE!
IVORY
100%
How should we celebrate?
ME
I haven’t decided if I’m taking the job permanently.
TAYLOR
That’s stupid. Ofcourse you are.
IVORY
We still have things to celebrate. The dicks are dead!
ME
Wine night on the porch?
IVORY
I’ll bring the wine.
TAYLOR
See you then!
“Where’ve you been, Rook?” Miller asks when I walk into the visitor’s locker room in Chicago.
“I had to stop by the Children’s Hospital,” I say, texting Bree while I respond. I’ve been trying to send her updates, and even when she acts like it’s annoying, I think she secretly likes it.
“So, you weren’t just blowing us off?”
“Nah, dude. Promised Br—” I catch myself before calling her by the nickname, “Gabrielle I would do community service on the road as much as I could. I really wanted to go see the kids at Chicago General since it’s down the street.”
