Page 119 of Call the Shots
forty
plant sitter duties
Pictures popped up, and I snorted so loud everyone glanced my way. In a pair of Canadian-print swim trunks, Bear posed with an arm around my potted esperanza bush. The picturesflipped to Montoya walking ahead of him, swim goggles around his neck, my plant clutched in his arms.
The Gladiators were having a pool day at the gym on campus. I got another selfie from Bear, his arms behind his head, while my esperanza bush sat on the closest lounge chair.
me
omggg
forty
denalis forcing us out of rv for the day
had to bring the kid along
me
i see you left my other plants
forty
i picked my favorite thats what you do with kids
me
lol lol lol
dont let the soil dry
forty
and dont toss her in the pool? any other tips?
damn
so much faith in me
I showed the pictures to the table and Willow grinned. “Elijah sent me one, look.”
It was a photo of Bear dragging over an umbrella to shade my esperanza. I ran my thumb along my phone. Those pictureswere silly and dumb and so sweet. My face warmed, and it wasn’t entirely because of the heat.
“When hockey doesn’t work out, you can teach them how to garden,” one of my best friends, Adam, joked.
My eyes flickered to his. “Hey.”
“What?”
“They don’t have a proper coach right now, they’re working with what they have.”
“Come on, June. Last year, you would’ve laughed.”
“Bear’s drafted to a professional team?—”
“Yeah, but he’s here.”
I flushed. “Well, he’s not contracted…um…it works differently in the NHL. So he’s drafted but he—um?—”
