Page 36 of How to Score Off Field

“What?”

“Can’t I call to see how you’re doing?”

I guess so, but it’s still weird.

I roll my eyes at my twin, who appears to be lounging on his bed.

“Are you that miserable?”

I grab the deodorant and pluck the top off, rubbing under one armpit, then the other.

“No, I’m not miserable. I just got done playin’ golf with Tess.”

Drake’s eyebrows go up curiously. “Playin’ golf with Tess? Since when do either of you play golf?”

“Miniature golf,” I amend.

“With Tess,” my brother deadpans. “Who is Tess?”

Is he being serious? “Grady’s sister?” I say it like a question because duh, how does he not remember Tess Donahue? Then again, I barely remembered much about her, but still.

“Why were you spendin’ the morning with Tess and not Grady? What’s that dumb bastard been up to?”

My brother certainly has a way with words. “Workin’.”

“All the time or some of the time?”

“All the time.”

Drake cocks his head, then scratches it. “Now, why the hell would he convince you to fly all the way there—on your dime—then not be around?”

“’Cause he’s a guy and invited me here for the bachelor party. He never promised we were gonna hold hands and have a picnic in the park.”

“What? He just sticks you with his sister and expects you’ll be cool with it?”

I nod, dampening my face so I can shave it. “That sums it up.”

“Who picked you up from the airport?”

“She did.”

Drake is quiet for a few seconds. “And now you’re spendin’ all your time with her?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” I take the shaving cream off the counter, spray a dollop in my hand, and spread it out over my face. Cheeks. Chin. Neck.

“So…aren’t you gonna tell me what she’s like?”

I shrug, getting out the razor. “She’s cool.”

My brother looks unsatisfied. “And?”

“And…” I pull the razor down over my cheek, then tap it against the sink beneath the water to rinse the blade. “She’s not what I remember. Like. At all.”

His brows go up again. “Oh? Tell me more.”

I might as well confess what he’ll probably find out when I get home. “When he told me his sister was pickin’ me up from the airport, I was picturing the Tess I remember from when we were young; braces, messy hair. Kind of short.”

Drake is already hanging on my every word.

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