Fitz
Damn. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Tate
How the hell did you even record that? It only lasted five seconds.
Jordan
Be honest. Are you a dancer on the side? Is that how you really made your millions?
Ryan
I can’t stop watching. You gotta teach me your moves.
Ronan
It’s all in the hips, baby. Keep those things away from Emalyn.
Jordan
Speaking of…
Jordan
When are you gonna make your move, Grady?
Ronan
I’mworkingon it! Gimme a break.
Fitz
You've been “working on it” for two years now. Maybe she’s not into you like that.
Ronan
She is. Trust.
Instead of driving aimlessly for an hour, I make a last-minute decision to pick him up early for some ice cream.
I head into the front office where I have to show my driver's license to sign him out. I give polite responses to the school's receptionist, even as she leans forward more than she needs to, to display her cleavage.
I maintain eye contact and offer a polite smile as she scans it and hands it back to me. When I grab it to put it back in my wallet, she doesn’t let go right away
Jesus, lady. I’m just trying to sign out my kid.
The sultry smile she gives me might’ve done something for me once upon a time, but that was before. Before a certain bad mouthed, blonde neighbour.
She pouts when I don’t make a move. I simply put the driver's license in my wallet and take a seat to wait for Matty. I check the group chat that has not stopped pinging since I was added.
Fitz
Who’s hosting the team dinner this week? Can’t be me.
Ronan
I hosted the last three and my housekeepers are tired of cleaning up after you.
