Page 22 of Resilient Rhythms
“Good.”
“Did you just want to see me, Mav?”
“Mostly. And I wanted to ask you something.”
“You’re being cryptic.” I turn toward the kitchen and he follows. “Ask away.”
“What does your study schedule look like for the bar exam?”
“It will be intense. I start Monday and I’ll be spending most of my days at the library.”
“Are you busy on Thursday nights?”
I spin toward him, resting my back along the kitchen counter. I take a swig of the latte. “Why?”
“I signed up for something and I want to see if you’re interested in joining.”
I arch an eyebrow. Nerves and anticipation bundle in my abdomen. Mav swept back into my life like a tornado and I’m already caught up in his funnel, hoping he doesn’t spit me back out. “What is it?”
“Well…” He sits down on a barstool. “I started a bowling team.”
I nearly spit out the coffee I’m drinking. I cough, lifting my fist to my mouth. “A bowling team?”
Mav nods. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “You joined a…bowling league?”
“My team is registered, yes,” he explains. “Jameson needs some structure in his life. Thursday night he and Amelia joined her friends for trivia whenever he was in town…”
“And you’re replacing that with bowling?”
He grins, clearly proud of himself. “Reign and Allegra are in since they’ll be in Boston this summer. What do you say?”
I chuckle, dumbfounded.
“It could be a good way to relieve stress, to break up your study routine…” he tacks on.
“I, um…” I stall, biting my lip again. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Mav. About bowling?—”
He waves a hand. “Don’t worry about your skill set. We’re more interested in numbers right now.”
I bite back my laughter. “Do I have to wear the shoes?”
“They’re mandatory. I’m getting shirts made.”
“What’s the team name?”
Mav freezes, his eyes holding mine. “Boston Beauties.”
I snort. “No, it’s not.”
His grin widens. “The Bowling Tones.”
I tip my head back and laugh.
“You in, Mckenna?” he prompts.
“Yeah, Mav. I’ll join your bowling team.”
