Page 157 of All Too Well
The Admiral walks back behind his desk.
Ainsley comes beside me, wrapping her hands around my arm. “Look at that, he didn’t kill you.”
Then he laughs. “I will if he breaks your heart.”
And I don’t doubt that for a single second.
epilogue
Ainsley
~Five Months Later~
“Ireally have no desire to learn Frisbee, you know this?” I say to Lachlan out at the field.
“I do, but your brother is over there and waiting for the Frisbee. You need to throw it to him.”
Caspian came up for the weekend, which has been an interesting change of dynamics. The first time Lachlan kissed me in front of him, my brother gagged. The second time he made some noise that caused us both to look over to make sure he was all right. Now he just grumbles.
My father actually handled things like a champ, where my brother is being stupid.
“Can I hit him in the head with it? That sounds like more fun.”
He shakes his head. “Flick it.”
“I’m going to flick you,” I grumble.
This is one sport that, no matter how much he loves it and has been trying to teach me, I just ... don’t get it.
Sure, the rules are simple, and I did a whole freaking article about it, but I have zero physical ability,nor the desire.
One would think that throwing, flicking, whatever-ing a Frisbee would be easy. I can attest—it is not.
I’m terrible.
“Stand like I showed you,” Lachlan encourages.
“Stand like I showed you,” I mimic like a child, but I do it.
He snorts. “Okay, now when you let it go, flick your wrist.”
I do this every time, and do you know what happens? It hits the ground.
I let my arm fall and look at him. “Lachlan, you know I suck at this.”
“I do.”
“Gee, thanks.”
He grins. “Just try, baby, I swear you’ll get it. Just practice. Rose was able to get it down.”
Yeah, that makes me feel better. Rose has some of her father’s athletic abilities, but I do not. I’m the worst and I don’t care. I just want to sit on the sidelines, cheer him and his friends on, and drink wine with Hazel and Penelope.
That’s become our new favorite thing. We drink, laugh, and make fun of them.
“If I do this and make a fool of myself, can I go back to my friends?”
He looks over at the group of them on the sidelines. “Yes.”
