Colby:Marriage looks good on you.
Dex:He’s more chill.
Mason:Less grumpy.
Dex:Still not as good looking as I am.
I type:
Some of you assholes wish you had someone like Natalie.
Dex:Correct.
Bryce:Dex wouldn’t know how to handle that.
Mason:That would be weird for me.
Bobby:He'd fall in love and immediately panic.
Dex:Gentlemen, you underestimate me.
I add...
Careful. Keep talking about my wife and she’s going to make you idiots sit through one of her three-hour HR compliance workshops.
Dex:Three hours? I’m not emotionally prepared for that.
Colby:Don’t worry. We’ll bring crayons to keep you occupied.
Bryce:Don’t eat the crayons this time, Dex.
Dex:Maybe Natalie will come give the team pep talks?
"Jesus, Dex," I chuckle out loud, and then write:
Keep talking about my wife and we’re going to have a problem.
Dex:Shelly defending his wife before 9 AM. Protective. Hot.
I type again...
Going to eat breakfast. See you clowns later.
I mute the chat.
Natalie watches me over her mug.
"Team harassment?"
"Standard," I say.
"What’s the verdict?"
"Apparently married life made me better at hockey."
Maddie looks deeply offended on my behalf.
"You were already good at hockey," she says.
