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I was already reading through them, satisfaction hitting me right in the gut.
I loved when a good plan came together.
“Alright, keep me updated,” I said needlessly, since I would most likely text him ten more times tonight to make sure everything was going smoothly.
He grumbled something and I hung up, taking a deep breath before I stepped into the locker room.
“Everything good?” asked Lincoln as I walked in, still making me fuckingshakelike a giddy schoolboy because he was watching out for me.
“The lawyers have all the stuff. They said this was enough to get another emergency hearing to examine the conservatorship,” I explained, worrying for a second that I was missing something.
“What about the…mental illness claims,” Ari said quietly, uncharacteristically serious in the moment, which only made me love the guy more.
“That doctor evidently lost his license a year ago…for falsifying documents. He’s already admitted it on other cases, so the lawyers will be dragging him into this one, and somehow they’ll get him to talk. Hopefully,” I added with a frown, hating that every part of my plan depended on other people.
It felt a little bit like having really bad teammates and trying to win.
“We’re here for you, buddy,”Ari said, lightly clapping my back before he walked over to grab his stick for practice.
Lincoln stared at me for a second. “And she’s happy…about the pregnancy?” he murmured, so softly there was no way that any one could hear him.
“Fucking ecstatic,” I told him with a grin, my mood brightening just thinking of the ever present smile Olivia wore lately…when she wasn’t throwing up, of course.
“And she still doesn’t know?” he pressed, and I smiled at the reminder of another good plan that had also come together.
“Nope. And that’s one secret I’ll carry to the grave,” I told him.
“Good boy,” he said with a blinding smile that had me feeling a bit woozy for a moment.
That praise kink may have become a praise addiction…
Something to think about later.
Lincoln fucking winked at me as if he knew how glorious he was, and Ari came back up to me shaking his head. “Fucking simp,” Ari muttered with a smirk.
And for the first time, I didn’t deny it.
How could I?
Olivia
I wanted ice cream.
Actually, it wasn’t a want. It was a need. And if I didn’t get some soon…well, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. It seemed dramatic to say that I might die without it.
But that was kind of how I was feeling at the moment.
Walker had promised me tubs of it the second he was home. But I didn’t have that kind of patience.
I needed it now.
Long shadows stretched across the garage as I walked out of the house and pressed the garage door opener.
Let’s see…did I want mint chocolate chip or moose tracks?
Or did I want both?
"I'll definitely get both," I muttered to myself, slipping into the driver's seat. The familiar scent of leather and gasoline enveloped me as I turned the key, a sense of freedom accompanying the revving engine. After years of never driving myself, I still got a thrill every time I did it now.
