Page 42 of Pucking Tangled
She clicked on Brooke’s name and pulled up their message thread.
Mia: I know it’s last minute but are you free tonight?
Brooke: Depends. Is this related to playoff hockey? You got tickets? ::eyeballs emoji::
Mia: Two. Luca offered them up. I. do. not. want to go alone.
Brooke: Eeek! Yes! Count me in. Want me to pick you up?
Mia: Uhm…I’m kinda living somewhere new.
Shit.How long had it been since she last talked to Brooke? Too long.
She really needed to get her head out of the textbooks and chat with her friends once in a while.
Roommates excluded.
Brooke: LOL. Duh. You’re at Casey’s. I know.
Mia: Oh. Right. Yeah. I suppose he would have told you that. Huh?
Brooke: Yup. So is that a yes? I’ve got a preferred parking pass. Not afraid to use it.
Brooke was a freelance sports writer, social media content creator and had minor press credentials, which apparently included special parking.
Mia: That’s a yes.
Brooke: Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 4. That’ll give us plenty of time to grab dinner on the way. We can catch up. And still find our seats before the puck drops.
Mia: Thanks.
Brooke: And Mia? If any of the puck bunnies try to start shit? I won’t hesitate to dump a beer on their heads.
Mia: You’re my favorite Sullivan.
Brooke: I know. Don’t tell Casey. ::tongue sticking out emoji::
With a pep in her step. Mia headed for the bathroom to shower and start getting ready.
By the time she found her favorite Barn Raisers t-shirt and straightened her long blonde locks, it was almost time to go.
“All right, Skeeter. Potty time, then Auntie Mia is going out for a bit.”
She followed the dog downstairs and let him out into the backyard.
While she waited for him to do his business, Mia read over the house rules again.
It was time to add to the list.
Snagging a pen from the junk drawer, she pulled the paper from the fridge.
11) If you’re gonna fall for someone in this house, do it all the way.
Game on, boys.
SEVENTEEN
Mia
