Page 94 of The Right Move

“I’ll save you a couple. Maybe one. I’ll try to save you one. Actually, do you need anything while I’m here? I can get some things to make dinner when you’re back. Anything you’re in the mood for?”

“Indy,” I sigh. “That’s the opposite of what’s on the bucket list. You’re only allowed to buy what you want. And I can cook for myself. Breakfast is different because it’s…well it’s…”

It’s special.

“It’s our thing,” she says for me.

“Yes. It’s our thing and we trade off, but the whole point of this bucket list is for you to be selfish for once.”

“I know, but I’m not paying rent anymore. Shouldn’t I contribute in some way? I can feed you. If you need help with laundry—”

“Absolutely not,” I scoff. “You’re not my mother.”

“I’m just used to taking care of someone.”

“Trust me, Ind. I know, and you’re still taking care of someone. Only now the person you’re taking care of is you.”

“You’re right.” She sighs into the phone. “Make your own goddamn dinner, Shay.”

A content laugh rumbles in my chest. “There’s my girl.”

What the fuck did I say?

My eyes are wide with regret as I listen intently, sitting in uncomfortable silence.

“I mean—”

“So, what are you doing tonight?” Indy shifts. Thank God.

“I’m in my hotel room. Watching game film.”

“Why? Don’t you have the night off? Go hang with Ethan or something.”

“He’s headed to the hotel bar with the team.”

“You should go! It’s the perfect opportunity to spend time with the team outside of practice.”

“I swear you and Ethan have a text thread going about me because he said the exact same thing to me five minutes ago.”

“I should’ve added this to your bucket list.” Her tone changes, as if she were writing it down. “Become friends with your teammates.”

“Except that has nothing to do with becoming one of your book boyfriends before the wedding, which is the point of the bucket list.”

“No, but it has everything to do with becoming a good captain.”

I flip over, burying my face into the pillow, and mumbling into the fabric. “Fuuuuck.”

“Don’t you just love when I’m right?”

“No,” I quickly answer. “But fine, you win. I’ll go down for one drink.”

“Send me a picture when you get there. For evidence.”

“Well, speaking of the bucket lists, I have one I’m ready to knock off.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“There’s a party I need a date for next Saturday night. You’re home. I checked the Raptors’ schedule, and I’m fairly certain there will be some dancing involved. I’m confident we can get a slow dance in.”

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