Page 16 of Over the Moon

Correct. You signed up for the team. A commitment is a commitment.

Bridger

None of us signed up for this.

Axel

He’s right. You forced us to play.

Bridger

And what are you talking about with the jetlag? You’ve been back in town for three days.

Rafe

Jetlag can last for weeks. Don’t be a hater. And why does Archer get to have a sub?

Archer

Hey. Have a kid and then come cry me a river. You flew home from Paris. You probably ate a baguette and sipped champagne from your fancy pod.

A baguette sounds fucking great right now. I’m exhausted from five hours of practice. But by all means, make an injured man play pickleball.

Easton

I plan on it. If you don’t find a suitable sub, you’ve got to play.

I found three replacements, and you said no to all of them.

Easton

Shall we revisit your choices…? Mrs. Dowden, a woman who is far too old to be a nanny, is who you asked to play pickleball. She can’t even watch Melody while her father plays pickleball. It was an offensive choice.

Archer

I have to agree. She told me you offered her a hundred bucks to play. The woman can barely walk.

Rafe

That woman will do anything for a buck. Including guilting her boss into keeping her as his nanny when she barely gets around.

Axel

Wow. Mrs. Dowden was the first choice for pickleball? Clearly, you don’t care if we defend our title. I can’t wait to hear who else made the list.

Bridger

It better not have been Emilia Taylor. I will walk the fuck off that court.

Here we go. My brother, Bridger, absolutely despised Emilia Taylor, as he was convinced she wrote the ridiculous column called theTaylor Tea. They often gossiped about our family, and he’d decided long ago that she was behind it, and his anger only grew each time the column was released.

Archer

Your obsessive disdain for the poor girl is alarming.

Agreed. Emilia is a freaking florist. She’s harmless. And no, I didn’t ask her to sub for me because I knew your irrational ass would throw a hissy fit.

Bridger

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