Page 64 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie
Camden: And…
Ari: I’m never going to be able to finish this story if you keep interrupting me.
Camden: I was trying to act engaged.
Lincoln: A man above men, Hero.
Me: I feel like you’re interrupting yourself here, Lancaster.
I found myself blocked for that one.
I stared at the phone, waiting for someone to let me back in.
I waited…
And I waited…
After fifteen fucking minutes, Camden added me back into the chat.
Me: That was cruel and unusual punishment, gentlemen.
Ari: The fact that you’re back in here is cruel and unusual punishment, actually.
Me: …
Camden: Excellent use of that, Rookie.
I preened at the compliment.
Me: Thank you.
Ari: …
Ari: As I was saying…
Me: You still haven’t told us. What have you been doing?
Ari: My finger is on the remove key…don’t make me do it, Rookie.
Walker: My child is going to be two before this conversation goes anywhere.
I scrolled back through the messages, trying to see if I had actually missed something. But it was mostly just pictures of Disney’s daughter, Isabella, the cutest child on Earth, that had somehow entered the chat. A worthy distraction.
Ari: I posted a thirst trap. DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS UNTIL I’M DONE SPEAKING.
Ari: And that’s when I realized…
A minute passed, and it hit me that I was still staring at my phone in anticipation of what he was going to say.
Lincoln: Please tell me Blake didn’t give you the look right in the middle of the story.
Ari: Oh, are you still there?
Walker: …
Me: Keeping us on our toes, Lancaster. I like it.
Camden: Why can I picture him preening right now?
