Frankie
Seventeen
He sends back a laughing emoji.
Frankie
Because that’s the number of houses I’ve saved to go look at this weekend with Sloane
Logan
Are you serious?
Frankie
I think it’s time to spend some of your money
Logan
Thattagirl
Logan
Hey, remember that I’m going to my sister’s place after the game tonight, so I may not be alone until the middle of the night
Frankie
Middle of the night for you is just a late bedtime for me…time zone win!
And then my pager goes off.
Frankie
I have to go. Have a great game tonight, I’ll be watching!
I get home an hour into the game. I haven’t looked at my phone since it started, because I don’t want to know how it’s going.
When I race in the front door, Sloane is stretched out on the couch, reading a textbook.
“Can I watch hockey in here?”
“Sure.” She lifts her feet, making room for me.
I find the game and restart it from the beginning, fast forwarding through the pregame chatter and national anthems, going straight to the puck drop.
Logan takes the face off at the center dot, and then immediately scores, getting the first goal against Hamilton eighty seconds in.
He does a victorious celly, kissing his glove to loud boos as he skates away from his sister’s fiancé, Alexei Artyomov. The Highlanders goalie has some choice words for his future brother-in-law as well, making the announcers chuckle. I giggle and kick my feet, which amuses Sloane.
She sets her textbook aside. “Do you want a beer?”
I shake my head. “Dry January has been good for my sleep.”
“Water?”
“Please.”
She races to the kitchen and returns with cold beverages.
