Page 35 of Wild Hit
He’s still staring at my skin when he says, “Fancy running into you both.”
As if he made a single lick of effort to find us, I think to myself, mumbling something incoherent that makes Dad tighten his arm.
“You were looking sharp out there in the green,” he tells the younger guy, and turns to me. The twinkle in his eyes makes me wary. “Isn’t that true, Audrey?”
I blink slowly. I will never praise Henry Vos, even if he was donating half of his fortune to charity because nothing that comes from a bad person is ever any good.
And so I take another swig of my mimosa, sadly reaching the bottom this time.
“I don’t think your daughter is very fond of golf. Otherwise she would’ve joined us out there,” Henry says, chuckling.
Dad gives me a sharp look like he can read my mind because, yeah, even if I freaking loved golf, I wouldn’t subject myself to playing with them for any period of time.
My phone buzzes in the pocket of my skirt. It gives me a great excuse to pull my hand from the crook of Dad’s arm, and I leave my now empty cup on a nearby table. “Excuse me, this is important,” I say, blatantly lying through my teeth.
After producing my phone, I make a big show of stepping aside like I’m getting ready to talk with my financial advisor or something. Even better, the buzzing ends up being a couple of texts from someone I absolutely don’t hate—none other than the man, the legend, the awkward turtle that is Miguel Machado.
Future Hall of Famer
Big news, I came to the school to talk about the event and there’s a way we can make it happen
But
There’s a catch
My lips twitch. Even though what I really enjoy is a drama-free life with my friends, and my plants, and my cozy house, and not having to put up with other people’s mess, I find this situation with Miguel just funny. It’s absurd and harmless in a way that makes me feel alive. Like I’ve taken a page out of the great Lucky Rivera playbook and am in on a massive prank.
It turned out that I didn’t lie, then. Thisisimportant.
Me
What’s that?
Future Hall of Famer
The G-word might not be enough
Me
You’re gonna have to get a bit more specific because there are a lot of words that start by G
Future Hall of Famer
Girlfriend, I mean
They don’t consider parents’s girlfriends or boyfriends to be family enough
Which, who gave them the right to define what is family and what isn’t?
Are Marty and I not family enough because it’s just the two of us?
I assume that as a PR rep for the team I work for, you won’t let me sue them, right?
Welp. It sounds like this poor guy is spiraling.
“Everything okay?” Dad asks, and I do as he does when he’s interrupted by raising a finger and stepping even farther so I can make a call.
Miguel picks up at the fourth ring. “I’m sorry for my rant interrupting your day” is the first thing he says as greeting. In the background, his steps fall in steady thuds like he’s pacing.
