Page 74 of All Too Well
“You guys were truly amazing!” Ainsley says as she runs over to us. “I actually could follow that last match.”
“Amazing might be a stretch, but we definitely were better than usual,” Everett says as we reach her.
“Well, I was impressed. I think I understand a little more about the game too.”
“You do?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, you guys run a lot, chucking the Frisbee and yelling at each other.”
“You’ve got the basics,” I reply with a chuckle.
“Hey, your phone rang a few times.”
Ainsley hands me the phone.
It’s Becky’s mom. I dial her back, and she answers on the second ring.
“Hey, Lachlan, sorry to bother you.”
“Is everything okay with Rose?”
“Yes, she’s great. I wanted to see if it was okay with you if she stays with me for the night. I need to go help my mom on the farm, and I’ll probably be there late. It would be a huge help if Becky had Rose so she wasn’t driving me up the wall.”
I glance over at Ainsley, who is laughing with the guys. Allnight alone in the house. No distractions. No one to walk in and stop us.
I should do the smart thing and tell her I need Rose home to keep me from being an idiot. Although it’s a little late for that.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, that’s fine. Let me know when to come pick her up tomorrow.”
“Thank you. I appreciate this so much.”
“Of course, I’m sure Rose will love it. She adores your mom’s farm.”
She loves animals, and getting to spend the night with Becky will be an added bonus.
“Hope the tournament went well. Do you want me to grab Rose so you can talk to her?”
“No, it’s okay. I’m sure she’s playing with Becky. Tell her I love her and she can call me later if she wants.”
“Will do.”
“Thanks, Mary. Talk to you tomorrow.”
I hang up and walk over to where the guys are talking to Ainsley, and she’s got the biggest smile on her face. She looks so happy and free, so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.
Tonight, we’re going to figure this out.
Tonight, before I do something really fucking stupid.
She looks over to me. Her eyes are soft, and she gives me a sweet smile. Yeah, tonight I’m absolutely going to do something stupid.
“And when is the next tournament?” Ainsley asks as we are about fifteen minutes from the house.
“In two weeks.”
Since we got in the car, she’s been nonstop talking. I swear she’s going to lose her voice at this rate. She’s asked every question about the rules, why we kept dropping passes, and what the point of the referee is.
I’ve been able to supply her with at least a few two and three-word answers instead of my normal one-word ones.
