Page 17 of Sew Matcha in Love
I stood in the doorway of the master suite, assessing the towers of boxes of photo equipment, prints, negatives, and portfolios that I’d moved in from the garage when I turned it into the wedding dress library. I could move them all into the adjacent dressing room-slash-closet. How much space did Zaki need?
I texted him a few pictures of the spaces.I’m not sure where to put my dad’s stuff. How much space do you need for your clothes and things?
He texted back right away.Maybe a foot to hang my game-day suits? A few drawers. I can live out of my suitcase, too. Don’t stress, Wynna-bun. Please don’t feel like you have to move anything. I’ll help tomorrow.
Okay. Thank you. Good luck tonight.
Thanks. Hey, check this out.
A few seconds later a video came though. Zaki sat at a table, ballcap backward and holding a silver Sharpie. Ridgie the Bear set down a tray of pucks next to him and moved behind him, covering his mouth with his paws. Zaki picked up the first puck, and a look of confusion crossed his features. As he held it in his left hand and began to write on it, the shape of the disc seemed to … shift. When he squeezed it, it squooshed in his hand.
It was cake!
Looks like Monty got you again!I replied.That puck looked so real!
It did. As did the others. It took four for me to realize they were ALL cakes.
So funny! Are you going to prank him back this time?
I really should … Too many ideas to choose from, though. Maybe you can help?
Oh no!I tapped the screen almost frantically.I will not get involved. I know what he’s capable of, and I’m very afraid.
I’m even more capable, especially if you’re on my side.
I sucked in a breath. Something about that last text made me uneasy. But not in a bad way.
Deciding to let it go, I changed the subject.I’ll see you tomorrow. Go … get a hat trick or something.
Ah, the lady is speaking my language. A hat trick is a challenge for a D-man but not impossible. I’ll see what I can do.
Just have fun!I added.D-man means you play defense, right?
Are you asking me to teach you the ways of hockey?
Was I? I really had no interest in the game. Or did I? Maybe I should learn, since that was his job and it would be polite to ask him about it when he stayed here.
Maybe a lesson or two,I texted back.
I’m a great teacher, you know. You might want more lessons. Do you skate?
More lessons? How complicated could the game be? Bunch of guys hitting the rubber disc into a net.
I’m decent on figure skates.
Excellent. You can come with me and the girls up to the cabin after the con and we can learn on my home rink.
Your home rink?
In the backyard.
You have a rink in your backyard?
I do.
Huh. That was interesting. How had I missed that?
Okay then. Next weekend.
