Page 137 of Full Tilt
Damn. And here I am, newly single and hoping to spice up my life. Maybe I should join the rookies’ group chat.
Jack
Don’t listen to Sawyer. Allllll the gossip goes down in here. I might be a new dad to a princess. But that doesn’t mean I can’t keep up with what’s going down.
Archer
Actually, that reminds me. I booked us for that dad-and-daughter event you want to go to next week. I said you’d bring scones.
Jack
That works perfectly. Esme and I are baking this afternoon, so I’ll add cherry scones to the menu.
Sawyer
Esme is a month old …
Jack
And?
Me
And she can barely support her own head, let alone whip up a mixture.
Jack
She’s supervising Daddy.
*Selfie of Jack crouched behind Esme’s bassinet. A mass of bright blonde hair and big blue eyes staring at the camera.*
Archer
I’m off to find your sister. I need to get her pregnant again.
*Jack has removed Archer from the group chat.*
“I swear, you boys are worse than women.”
Jenna’s shadow looms over me from behind, and I pocket my phone and lean back on one elbow.
“Jack’s the ringleader. I’ve been roped in against my will.”
She looks doubtful, and I pull at the hem of her oversize white T-shirt. “Come sit with me.”
It’s a warm seventy-nine degrees in Brooklyn Bridge Park today, and I remove my backward cap, placing it on Jenna’s head.
“How did practice go?”
She takes a seat on the plaid blanket next to me, but not in the position I wanted.
“Nah,” I tell her, pointing between my spread thighs. “Come sit here.”
She rolls her eyes and comes to sit between my legs. I rest my chin on her shoulder and feel the afternoon breeze that whips through her freshly showered hair. Her familiar scent fills my nose. Reminding me of home.
A minute, maybe two, passes between us before she turns her head to look at me. “Do you still have the picture we took when we came here to skate?”
I smile. “I actually saved it as my phone’s background this morning, just after you left my bed to go and kick ass on the field.”
