Page 48 of Rookie Season
You okay there, Fisher?
Fisher
Which one of you puckers changed my phone settings?
Penn
That would be me. You’re welcome. And seeing as we all know what you were trying to say, that’s four stickers for the chart.
Fisher
Puck you.
Noah
Make that five.
Noah
And tonight, maybe we can make more cookies instead of throwing a party?
Penn
I could go for some cookies while we watch the new episode of Matchmaker Mansion.
Fisher
Not gonna lie, even though I hate you all right now, cookies and reality TV sounds good to me, too.
Fisher
Wait, what the hell is happening to us? We’re gonna have to surrender our man cards soon.
Noah
Don’t gender stereotype,Archibald.
I laugh out loud at this. I lived with girls all through college, and living with boys—specificallytheseboys—has been a surprisingly fun change of pace so far. For one, they’re cleaner than I expected. And they really get into my favorite shows and compliment my baking. Plus, it was really sweet of them all to come running with me the other morning when I didn’t want to run a new route alone early in the morning…
Although I had to go stand in a cold shower after witnessing Noah whip his shirt off to wipe the sweat from his brow.
That man is too hot for his own good. In fact, I don’t know why I keep referring to him as one of the “boys”—Noah Downsby is one hundred percent all man.
Dangerously so.
“Hey, Allegra!” The peppy voice startles me from my thoughts of Noah’s sexy bare chest and broad shoulders. I look up from where I’m scrubbing down mats to see my fellow instructor Cora standing in front of me. She blinks in surprise when she sees my face. “You look hot. Like, hot as in gorgeous, obviously, but also hot as in kinda like you have a fever. You okay?”
“Hey, Cora.” I stand up and put the last mat away. “I’m fine, just…exerted from class,” I lie. “Didn’t hear you come in. Are you teaching a late class or something?”
She shakes her head, grinning. “Nope, I just swung by to grab my headphones, accidentally left them here.”
“I think I saw them in the back office,” I tell her with a smile. “So, what are your plans for the evening, then?”
She gasps dramatically. “My plans for tonight are the same as they’re going to be every evening for the next month!”
“New boyfriend?” I guess with a smirk.
“Uh, no.” Her eyes flash indignantly. “Waybetter than a man.” She fishes her phone out of her jacket pocket and holds it out to me. “Look what was announced today!”
