Page 242 of By His Rule

“Netflix and chill?” I ask.

“Have you ever asked anyone to do that before?”

“Nope.”

“And you know what it means?”

“Of course I do. Why the hell do you think I’m asking.”

“What did you want to watch?”

“Don’t give a shit. I don’t watch TV. I just want the chill part.”

“You don’t watch TV?”

“Not really, no.”

Horrified, she lists a whole host of shows, most of which I’ve heard of but never seen.

“You can keep going, if you like, but the answer will stay the same. I’ll watch football if I can’t go to Kieran’s game, and the highlights, maybe. But that’s about it.”

“And yet,” she looks over her shoulder, “you have a bazillion-inch TV.”

“It’s not a bazillion inches,” I argue.

“Whatever. It’s stupidly big considering it’s never on.”

“Football is killer on it.”

“Well, that’s okay then.”

“Speaking of TV. Did your brother play last night?”

“No. Thankfully, they’re on a bye week. Kieran is at home again tomorrow, right?”

“Yep. We’re going.”

She rears back.

“We are?”

“You enjoyed it last week, didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah, but?—”

“Tate’s going,” I add as a way of convincing her.

“Shit, Tate,” she says, hopping up from her stool and sprinting toward my bedroom.

“Is that a yes to the game?” I call after her with a laugh.

By the time Lorelei returns after her long-ass call with her best friend, I’m on the couch with Netflix on, waiting for her to join me.

“Tell me you have been scrolling for something to watch the whole time I was gone,” she says before flopping down on the couch beside me.

“Nope,” I say, holding up my cell. “Been working and waiting. Your choice.”

“Only because you have no idea what anything is?”

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