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He needed seven more beers for this conversation.
Wyatt leaned back, drinking deeply. “So, you gonna come?”
“Where are the tickets?”
“Attacking side, eight rows back.”
Great seats.
Fantasticseats.
“Christ,” he muttered again.
“You’re coming.”
A sigh. Curses rattling through his head, barely kept in check on his tongue.
He took another sip of beer.
Fuck.
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “I’m going.”
Wyatt grinned.
Though, miracle of miracles, he finally shut up and let Jeremy watch the rest of the game in silence.
Ten
Teresa
Teresa pulled into her driveway.
It was Wednesday night.
She and her mom went and got pedicures and manicures every Wednesday.
Well, pedicures once a month and manicures weekly.
A waste of money—for Teresa, especially, since her manicure barely lasted through the following day (thus was the sad fate of a project manager for a construction company). Though maybe when she was a project manager turned successful CEO, whose app was the real estate version of Tinder for businesses (rolling the app out for residential properties was also in the works…along with the rental market), maybe then her manicure would last longer than twenty-four hours.
Maybethen,she’d get a manicure every day.
Which would be an egregious waste of money, not to mention time.
She’d be too busy being successful to have daily manicures, thank her very much.
Anyway, she was delaying.
She loved her family, truly she did.
But Christ, she hated Wednesday nights.
The front door opened, her father poking his head out, and she felt the ropes snake around her, felt them begin to wrap tighter as he bounded down the steps. “All good, sweetheart?” he called as she grabbed her purse and pushed open her car door.
“Everything is fine, Dad.”
He came close, snagged her purse from her hand, something she didn’t bother fighting him on. She’d done it enough over the years and had always lost. That was how he cared for his girls. They were little princesses to be sat atop a pillowed throne. He bent a little, crouching so he could stare deep into her eyes. “There a reason you’re sitting in your car instead of coming in?”
