Page 82 of Pucking Rebound

And the police can arrest you quicker.

Jordy:

Exactly. 5 PM good for you?

Me:

Yes.

Jordy:

Great.

Me:

Can’t wait.

Jordy:

Wrap up warm.

“What are you smiling at?” Kali startles me when she sits in the seat next to me.

I press the sleep button on the side of my phone to hide my screen and lay it face down on the arm of the black leather chair. “Nothing,” I lie, smiling at her. “Just a funny video on socialmedia.” I tuck my lips into my mouth for fear of giving myself away.

“I could waste hours watching animals do stupid things.”

I nod, agreeing with her.

Wade walks into his home cinema with a tray filled with snacks and a bowl full of fries. “What are we watching?” He lays the tray down between Kali and me.

“Love Actually,” I say, causing him to groan.

Wade grabs the tub of ice cream he bought me off the tray along with a spoon. “It’s not you that needs the ice cream. I need it to get me through the film.”

“It’s a Christmas classic.” Kali’s mouth drops open in shock.

“It’s a chick flick.” He points at the screen when I press play and the opening credits appear.

I lean forward and look past Kali at Wade. “It’s got Claudia Schiffer in it. I thought you were into supermodels.”

Wade grins wide, looking devilishly cheeky. “I’m only interested in one supermodel. And she has better legs than Claudia.”

“Claudia is actually slightly taller than me.” Kali smiles at him as he puts a giant spoonful of vanilla ice cream into his mouth.

“Yours are the ones I like wrapped around my neck though,” he mumbles around his gelato.

I cover my ears at the same time Kali swats his arm and turns as red as a berry.

“I’m scarred for life,” I mutter, loving how comfortable the pair of them are around me. “No more oversharing.” I uncover my ears. “And please refrain from touching each other until the movie is over.”

“I can’t make that promise.” Wade leans over and kisses Kali on the cheek. “I can’t keep my hands off her.”

At the same time as he leans over, I do too and grab the tub of ice cream out of his hand. “If you can’t be good, you can’t have any ice cream.”

“Now I know how Jordy feels,” he moans, sitting back in his seat and making my spine bristle.

“What do you mean?” He has my full attention.

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