Page 68 of Playing to Win

“My view is you’ve probably thrown up enough to learn your lesson but I’m willing to bet your mom won’t take the same approach.”

Her head darts up. “You’re not going to tell her, are you?”

Moving to her, I ruffle her hair and kiss her temple. “I don’t need to because you’re going to do that as soon as you’ve finished that coffee.”

I throw my sports bag over my shoulder and open the front door to leave. “Also, wash your hair, it smells of vomit.”

Scowling, she follows me to the door. “Thanks, Dad, for last night. I’m sorry I dragged you out to get me.”

“I’m not happy about the situation but I’m glad you called me. Stay here as long as you like today. There’s food in the fridge and money in the pot.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, baby. Behave yourself!”

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