Page 66 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Because if Sarah went this feral over Riley? I’m officially fucked.
I exhale slowly and drop my head back against the pillow.
Perfect.
This is just perfect.
Nothing says elite athlete preparing for the season like having to emergency airlift his overly dramatic, emotionally manipulative dog across the country. There are a few simple options to fix this pronto. And I know exactly who I have to call.
I groan, running a hand through my hair before calling the one person who should have my back.
Greyson answers on the second ring. “Absolutely not.”
I blink at my phone. “Excuse me?”
Greyson—my baby brother, my should-be-loyal younger sibling—doesn’t hesitate before repeating, “Nope. Not my problem.”
I suck in a breath, gripping my phone like it personally wronged me. “You don’t even know why I’m calling you.”
“The only reason you call me is so I’ll take care of your dog. The answer is: No. N. O.”
I grind my teeth. “You love Sarah.”
“Sure do.”
“She loves you.”
“She loves anyone who gives her food and belly rubs.”
“So, what’s the issue?” I try to sound friendly, but it comes out like a demand. “Just take her for the next week?—”
“Sure, let me just pause my whole life because Luc thinks his dog is important.” He chuckles.
He fucking laughs.
Like my entire existence isn’t falling apart.
“You ignored me all of offseason,” he says, feigning hurt. “Now you suddenly remember I exist?”
I scrub a hand down my face. “I was busy.”
“Mmm. Too busy for your baby brother, but now that you’re desperate, I get a phone call?”
“I will literally wire you an obscene amount of money,” I tell him flatly.
“Tempting,” he muses, “but still no.”
I growl. “Fine. I’ll remember this when you need a favor.”
“Oh, please,” he scoffs. “The only person who ever needs a favor is you, and it’s always about taking care of your mutt.”
I scowl. “She’s a princess, not a mutt.”
“Well, find someone else to handle her. I did enough this last weekend when I had to track down the horses she let loose.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t understand Sarah. It’s not like she’sjustletting them go.”
“Uh-huh.”
