Page 123 of Wild Love
With that, she spins on her heel and marches out of the bowling alley.
“You’re a real ball-buster, Tabby. I appreciate that about you!” West calls back to her as she leaves.
She flips him the finger over her shoulder.
And that’s when Bash chuckles to himself over the rim of his pint glass. “There it is.”
“There what is?” West asks as he turns to face us. The “big bitch” is still just standing there like a pissed-off mountain.
Bash shakes his head. “The team name.”
I watch West process, moving his lips silently, trying it on for size before breaking out in a grin. “Hell yeah, boys. Welcome to The Ball Busters!” He claps once. “Let’s get practicing. This is gonna be an every-other-week thing. Get us in fighting form. Bust Stretch’s balls.”
I straighten and scoff. “I’m not practicing every other week. That amounts to bowling weekly.”
West’s lips pull back and he hisses like he’s about to break some bad news to me. “Oof. Sorry. It was the last requirement to date my baby sister.”
Bash shakes his head and turns toward our now-empty lane, waving our new angry teammate along. “Let’s go, new guy.”
When I pick my beer up to follow, I glance at my best friend. He looks so excited that it’s damn near impossible to be annoyed.
He claps me on the shoulder as we follow the others to the floor and tips his head toward me as he drops his voice to say, “I’m so fucking happy for the two of you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
ROSIE
Rosie,
Reminding you that the fundraiser is tomorrow. It’s black tie, so I took the liberty of having an outfit delivered to the hotel in Emerald Lake for you.
—Ford
Good morning, Mr. Grant,
Your emails without all the formal shit are substantially less entertaining. If you ever want to get in my pants again, I require you to be witty and borderline mean.
What did you order me? What ifI don’t like it?
All my best,
Rosalie Belmont
Reality Check Manager at Rose Hill Records
Ms. Belmont,
You mostly wear skirts. So, I’m not bothered by that statement. I’ll just bend you over and fuck you in that.
And I ordered you a dress and a pair of heels. You often wear fuzzy socks with Birkenstocks, which only proves that you have poor fashion sense and can’t be trusted to dress appropriately for an event of this caliber.
Have a miserable day!
Ford Grant
CEO and Fashion Police at Rose Hill Records
Mr. Grant,
