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I chuckle around a mouthful of spaghetti as I open the picture and find my truck parked outside Torryn’s building. Safe and sound.
She survived another day in the line of duty
I almost regret telling Torryn not to crash my truck because she thinks she’s funny and now I get texts like these after every single time she drives it.
Baylor
You’re a goon
A goon you gave your precious baby to
That says more about you than me buddy
Neither the cops or her insurance have really gotten back to her about her car yet. At least not that she’s told me, but I’ve barely seen her. My mom told me it can take a bit of time to decide the value of a car and if it’s as damaged as it seemed, they may deem it totaled rather than trying to fix it.
At least it hasn't gotten too cold to ride my bike around yet. The fall nip is quickly getting harsher with each passing week though. It won’t be much longer before I have to store my bike away for the winter. There’s still time though, and in the meantime, it isn’t hard to bum a ride with any of the guys.
Karma jumps up on the counter and hisses at Beau when he tries to pet her, making him laugh. It’s a half-assed hiss if I ever heard one. Her version of warming up to people. She stretches herself out next to my plate and I pick her up, settling her in my lap instead. Snapping a photo, I send it back to Torryn instead of responding to her last message. She sends a photo of Potato and I grin as I type out my reply.
The cutest spud I’ve ever seen
I chuckle when she sends back three middle finger emojis.
“Baylor,” Wells snaps, drawing my eyes up to everyone staring at me.
“What?” I ask, raising a brow. “When did you guys get here?” Tate, Zac, Theo, and Wilder are standing in our kitchen, serving themselves their own plates of Wells’ pasta.
“Like five minutes ago, dude,” Wilder answers, looking perplexed.
Wells sighs, his exasperation with me growing each day. “Were you listening to anything we said?”
“Yeah, no,” I admit, running my fingers through my hair.
A few of the guys chuckle, knowing looks of amusement passing between them. Not even going to try and dissect that.
“So, what’s up?” I finally ask when no one picks back up the conversation.
“The Halloween party,” Beau explains.
I had totally forgotten that was tomorrow. I look around the house with raised brows. “The place isn’t very festive to kick off the Hockey Halloween parties.” Every year each hockey house takes a weekend leading up to Halloween to throw their own themed party.
Wells smacks me upside the head. “That’s what we’re planning, jackass.”
The good news is, with ours being the first weekend, it does tend to be the most laxed. Doesn’t mean we can slack off. It sets the mood for October on campus. I rub the back of my head and try to remember what we had been planning for the backyard. “Isn’t everything supposed to be delivered in the morning?”
His sigh this time makes me feel just slightly guilty. “Yes, and someone needs to be here to accept the delivery. So will you be here?”
I salute him. “Got you covered as long as I don’t have to do the decorating alone.”
James slaps his hand against my shoulder. “Promise not to leave you hanging, Levine. We couldn’t trust you alone anyways.”
Those assholes absolutely did leave me on my own. I had no idea where to have half this shit setup in the backyard andended up having to move everything again after the very helpful delivery men and their even more helpful tools had left.
“I hate all you,” I declare as they stroll in with bags full of sandwiches and chips. “If there’s not a turkey avocado in there with my name on it you will all be dead to me.”
Beau smirks. “Well now I want to tell you there’s not.”
Not funny, dude. “I will bury you in that graveyard I just spent hours painstakingly setting up.”
