Page 150 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Olivia: She’s probably hiding loaded dice in that annoyingly perfect hair of hers. Are you losing? Be honest.
Lucian: Emotionally? Yes. On paper? Also yes.
Olivia: Aww. Poor baby. Meanwhile, I’m at the stables supervising Sarah’s new playdate with a very smug horse named Buster.
Lucian: You ditched me for a horse?
Olivia: Technically I’m supervising. It’s professional. Also, you said we didn’t have to do every single family event together.
Lucian: I meant that, like when people say, “You don’t have to get me anything for my birthday.” I didn’t think you’d actually escape.
Olivia: Escape is such a strong word. During dinner, I heard all the horror stories about Sarah escaping the house and letting these adorable horses loose. I decided that she needs a formal escort for these playdates. And we’re having a lot of fun.
Lucian: Wait. You’re having fun there? How much fun? Are you flirting with the horses behind my back?
Olivia: A lady never kisses and tells. :horse: emoji :kiss: emoji
Lucian: Wow. I lose one board game and you leave me for a stallion. This is how it ends.
Olivia: He’s very charming and smells better than your brothers. Also, your sister just texted me asking why I’m not playing and if I’ve “poisoned you yet.”
Lucian: Why would Scottie do that? See, she’s cheating.
Olivia: So when is the famous Luna coming over?
Lucian: Hailey and Leif skipped the weekend. Something about Luna being “too fussy” for long travel.
Olivia: Well that makes me sad, but I get it.
Lucian: Scottie’s accusing Killion of hiding cards in his sleeve. Kaden is helping him—it’s always about that illogical twin connection. This should be a reminder that when we have children we shouldn’t have twins. It’s for the benefit of all the other children.
Olivia: Excuse me? Are you sniffing markers or something? What children?
Lucian: Ours, baby.
Olivia: Who is this and what have you done to Lucian?
Lucian: Are you freaking out?
Olivia: Ya think?
Lucian: Fine we’ll talk about the children later. However, you should be here making snarky commentary and distracting me with leg glances.
Olivia: I’m wearing jeans. Zero leg is out.
Lucian: Still counts. I miss you when you’re not glaring at me across the room.
Olivia: You’re being soft. Is it the trauma of losing?
Lucian: No. It’s the trauma of not having you within whispering distance so I can threaten you with details about what I want to do to you later.
Olivia: I’m surrounded by horses, Lucian. Behave.
Lucian: You’re the one who wore that sundress on the plane. I’m just emotionally recovering. Also, Papa just raised his wine glass and said, “To Olivia, the only one smart enough to flee.”
Olivia: Tell him I raise my carrot to him in solidarity.
Lucian: Come back soon?
