RacingQueen: I get it. New rule, absolutely no personal information. That way it’s only about books. Sound good?
TheBigO: Yes.
I wonder if he’s like this in person, one word answers?
Should I even bother?
Yea, I’m kinda dying to see what his reaction will be to smut for the first time.
It almost makes me feel lecherous.
God, what if he’s some teenager? He didn’t exactly say ‘no’ when I asked.
Not like there’s a chance of accidently running into him. Hell, he could be in Vermont for all I know.
It’s a public server after all.
RacingQueen: Alright, ready or not. Sending the link to my pick!
TheBigO: Oh. You actually went with a werewolf.
I have to muffle my laughter against my pillow. He’s either going to hate me, or ask for more.
RacingQueen: You made me read about keycodes and hacking. Seems fair.
TheBigO: Did you read book 2?
I’m tempted to lie and say I haven’t.
RacingQueen: I’m on chapter seven.
He sends a smiling emoji as his only response.
Huh, I guess he’s easy to please?
The sound of a crying baby streaks through the wall from Dad’s room, a stark reminder that we’re not in our own house.
I shouldn’t complain.
Uncle Dixon was nice enough to invite us in.
I just miss the privacy of my own space. And the quiet that came from the thick logs that built it.
Soon I’ll have my camper to myself for a few days.
Heck, most of the summer if the competitions go right.
As long as I don’t mess up and run Misty into a barrel again during a match. The last thing I need is another broken leg.
Or worse.
Except I miss my family when I’m gone. I love all of the new additions.
Little Jack is already starting to walk. Will Ben be up and moving this summer?
I hope I don’t miss his first steps.
And Lori is pregnant with number three?
