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Me
Well, I feel pathetic. Thank you.
Sully
Fine. You get me for an hour tops. And I reserve the right to complain the entire time.
G-Money
I don’t like being left out!!! I want to come.
Me
Whoever wants to come can come. Be at my apartment at two.
Easy E
lol so secretive. What are you hiding, Mitchy??
Sully
Your IQ.
Easy E
Damn. Goalie Daddy is on fire today!!!!
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“Is this a scavenger hunt?”Maverick looks around my living room and frowns. “What exactly are we helping you with?”
“It’s not housework, is it?” Grant groans. “Everyone thinks I know how to use a drill because I’m a guy, but the thing fucking terrifies me.”
“Can y’all stop complaining and let Mitchy talk?” Hudson smiles at me from the couch. “We’re here for whatever you need.”
“Okay. You know I lost my right leg,” I say, gesturing down at my joggers.
“We had no fucking idea,” Liam draws out, and Hudson hits him with a pillow.
“Ignore him. Keep going, Ri.”
“I haven’t driven since the accident. I’m comfortable using my prosthetic in my day-to-day life, but if I want to get behind the wheel again, I’m going to have to use my left foot. Trying to get my brain to understand the pedals after years of being on autopilot is intimidating.” I rub the back of my neck. “I was hoping, ah, you guys could be in the car with me while I try for the first time? In case something happens?”
“Fuck, yeah. It’sGrand Theft Autoin real life.” Grant jumps to his feet. “Where are your keys? I call dibs on shotgun.”
“Okay, slow down there, G,” Hudson says. “Let’s plan this out.”
“Always so fucking rational,” Liam grumbles. “We’re going to an empty parking lot.”
“I like that idea,” Maverick agrees. “How about the football stadium? The parking lot is massive, and it should be mostly deserted since the Titans are in their offseason.”
“Does someone mind driving us there in my car?” I ask. “I’ve turned it on every few days to make sure the battery still works, but it hasn’t moved since June.”
“I don’t trust any of you behind the wheel.” Liam grabs the keys hanging from the wall in my foyer. “Except Hayes. He’s the smartest one of the group. But I value my life too much to have Tweedledee and Tweedledum in charge,” he says, pointing at Maverick and Grant.
“Someone pissed in his coffee this morning,” Grant whispers.
“Let’s go. Sully can drive us there like the good little chauffeur he is, and we’ll figure this out together,” Maverick says. “You have insurance, right?”
