Page 45 of Broken Hearts
None of us have spoken the phrase Frozen Four since we won the semifinal game Monday night. The Frozen Four is this end goal that we’ve all been silently working toward but don’t talk about because we don’t want to jinx it.
“Okay.” I’m the first to agree. I trust Adam’s instincts as our captain and if he thinks this is the best thing, I’ll support him. “Where are we going to fit everyone?”
“We have three apartments if you include the girls.” He nods toward Dakota and Reagan’s apartment across the breezeway. “I'll sleep there with a few other guys. They said we could use their living room. The rest will be here and at Maverick’s.” He shrugs. “It’ll be tight, but we’ll make it work for a night.”
“Fine, but Ginny’s staying over tonight. It’s my routine on home games.”
“It’s your routine every night,” I add. Our rooms share a wall so I’m well aware of his ritual of banging his girlfriend every night. She’s his lucky rabbit’s foot and he rubs that shit every night.
“Just...” Adam sighs. “Sneak her in before the guys get here. I don’t want to hear them all bitching about how unfair it is that you get to shack up with your girlfriend and they don’t.”
Heath smiles, fighting back a huge grin. “Anyone else find it funny that this guy is telling me to sneak his sister into my room?” He looks around to us. “No one? Well, I think it’s fucking hilarious.”
“Or she could stay at her dorm if you prefer.” Adam scowls.
“No, no. I’ll sneak her in.” He chuckles. “This is turning out to be more fun than I thought already.”
“Anything else?” Mav asks.
“Uhh yeah.” Adam glances to me. “Rhett needs our help texting Sienna. He’s overthinking it.”
I glare at him. When he said we’d tackle it, I thought he meant the two of us.
“Shouldn’t you have loads of experience in the art of sexting after dating Carrie for six years, most of that long distance?”
“This is different,” Adam answers before I can. “This is new relationship stuff.”
“So dick pics?” Heath asks.
I put my face in my hands. Fuck my life. “No, not a dick pic. I just want to say hey and make plans with her sometime.”
“I’d go with a dick pic. That says it all. Trust me.” Heath grins. I think he enjoys saying shit like that just to get a rise out of Adam. But I wouldn’t be surprised at all to learn Heath is sending photos of his junk to Ginny on the regular.
Carrie wasn’t into that, and I’ve thankfully never had to try to take a compelling picture of my dick to send a girl.
“Nah, nah, I’ve got you, bro.” Maverick stands, holding Charli in his arms. He drops his dog on my lap. “Hand me your phone.”
Charli is a cool dog. Super chill and pretty damn cute, too, but I’m not sure what he’s going for when he says, “Say Charli’s the best dog in the whole world.”
“Charli’s the best dog in the whole world,” I repeat, and give his French bulldog a little rub behind her ears.
“Okay, never mind. That one didn’t turn out. Just smile.”
Maverick stands in front of me for a solid minute taking photos until I can’t smile any longer.
“Okay, what the fuck are we doing here?”
His thumb swipes across the screen. “No, no, no, maybe, no. Ha! Charli looks scared of you in this one. No, no, no. Ooooh. What do we think?” He shows the phone to Adam.
My buddy shrugs. “What’s the plan?”
“Send that to Sienna. Dog pics are far superior to dick pics.”
Well, I was feeling hopeful he had some master plan, but seriously?
“She isn’t even my dog.”
“So?” He takes Charli and tosses me the phone. “I’ve tracked it. You’re three times more likely to get laid sending that picture than one of your dick. Or, I am anyway.”
