Page 26 of Pucking Tangled
Mia: Sleep well, Luca. Looking forward to book club when you get back.
Waylon: Do you watch every game?
Mia: Duh. I’ve been watching Casey play hockey since the beginning.
Waylon: So you saw my moves tonight.
Mia: I saw that stick check in the second. Subtle.
Waylon: What can I say? I defend my family.
Mia: Is that what you call that? It looked like you were threatening to joust the poor guy.
Waylon: ::shrugs:: He got too close to Luca. It’s reflex.
Mia: Soooo. I should be concerned about getting too close to Luca?
Waylon: Are you planning to?
Mia: Is that not allowed? Didn’t see that on the list of rules.
Waylon: It is now. Penalty is enduring my stare from across the kitchen.
Mia: Two words, Waylon. Ball. Gag.
Waylon: You might want to alert the media. They’re going to want footage of me winning this little game, Mia.
Mia: You haven’t won anything, Waylon.
Waylon: Gotta go, Blondie. Me and your boy, Luca, are heading out on the town to do a little celebrating ::winky face emoji:: ::devil emoji::
Owen: Checking in. Got your text. Your bestie may just be insane. Didn’t burn the housedown yet, did you?
Mia: No fires. Tried to warn you about Case. You’re the one who went all cray-cray and fell in love with him. I think Skeeter misses your bedtime stories. He looks for you every night before he follows me to bed, defeated that he’s stuck with the woman of the house.
Owen: I’ll record one for him later. Maybe that’ll help you both get through the week.
Mia: You’re such a dad sometimes.
Owen: I *am* the team dad.
Mia: You clearly take that role seriously. Good game tonight, Dad.
Owen: Thanks. Still got three more to win.
Mia: Good luck.
Luca: About the book. I was going to text you last night, but then Waylon dragged me out with him for a while and I didn’t want to risk waking you. I’m sure you already figured it out, but there’s a whole series. I probably should have started you off with book 1. If you want to read it from the beginning, they’re on my bookshelf. You’re welcome to them.
Mia: Oh wow. And here I felt special because you loaned me one book. You must really like me if you’re letting me borrow the whole series.
Luca: I do like you. I like having you around. It’s nice to have someone else in the house that enjoys a good book. Could you imagine Waylon picking up a book ::laughing face emoji:: I’m just kidding. But, seriously. No one else in the house appreciates a well-written romance novel or any of the classics.
Mia: Did you have fun with Waylon last night? Here I thought you were tucked in bed reading.
Luca: Didn’t want him to see me texting you either. You know how he can be.
Mia: Yeah. I know. Doesn’t answer my question.
