This is me wanting to call you, but I’m not alone. Hi.
I wasted no time typing my future husband’s name into my contacts with the text number.
Lake:Hi. It’s rude to text me with someone else in your bed.
Cage:It’s afternoon. Who’s still in bed?
Lake:Never mind.
Cage:What are you doing?
Lake:Giving the cutest little girl a bath.
Cage:You have a child?
Lake:No. She’s Everson’s.
Cage:Banks has a daughter?
Lake:No. It’s his sister. Long story and you didn’t hear it from me.
Cage:Clearly, since you didn’t actually tell me the story.
Lake:What are you doing?
Cage:Getting a massage.
Lake:Rough life.
Cage:Not like a spa massage. Sports therapy.
Lake:Isn’t it off season?
Cage:I still train in the off season.
Lake:Coach’s pet.
Cage:So I’ve heard.
I laughed. Shayna looked up from her soapy abyss and grinned.
“You ready to get rinsed off and get out?”
She shook her head.
I shrugged. “Okay, but the water won’t stay warm forever.”
She grabbed one of the plastic cups I gave her and dumped water through my kitchen strainer.
Cage:When do you leave for China?
Lake:EARLY tomorrow morning.
Cage:Need a ride to the airport?
Lake:No. My boss pays for parking.
Cage:::clearing my throat:: Do you WANT me to take you to the airport?
