Jordy rolled his eyes. Sully knew better. “You caught me. Pressuring the guy who now lives at my house—because he became suddenly homeless after finding black mold, mind you—to sleep with me is definitely my style.”
“Yes, we all know you’re too much of a goody-two-shoes. But come on, your life is a Hallmark movie and I want to watch it.” He tucked his stick under his arm so he could bring his mitts together in prayer. “Please, Jordy?”
“I’m not going to live my life to act out your weird romcom fantasy.”
“What about for Adrianna? Or Rowan? What if he wants to star in his own Harlequin? Have you asked him? Maybe he wants to play house and make you dinner and get bent over—”
“Sullivan, Shaw, get over here!”
Saved by the bellow.
Jordy skated off, ignoring Sully’s disappointed huff.
He managed to put his home life completely out of mind and focus on his job all afternoon, and he didn’t think about Rowan and Kaira or how their day was progressing until he was back in the locker room, gathering his stuff.
He blinked down at his phone to see the dozen new messages from Rowan. While they guy liked to talk, he usually didn’t inundate Jordy with updates.
The most recent was still popped up in his notifications.Please tell me you’re home soon.Jordy swallowed back his initial panicked thoughts. Maybe Rowan was passing along an excited message from Kaira, who wanted to share about her day. There was no reason to worry.
He opened his chat with Rowan and scrolled up.
Kaira is mad at me and I don’t know what I did wrong.
Okay, now she’s really mad. Help?
Jordy grabbed his bag, flung it over his shoulder, and headed out, eyes glued to his phone.
Oh god there are tears. What do I do?
Seriously Jordy
She’s lying facedown on the carpet and refusing to move
She won’t eat lunch no matter what I make
But is it worth crying over spilled juice?
That text was followed by a picture of dark red juice all over the floor. It resembled a bloodbath scene in a film with comically bad effects.
She’s in her room sobbing
Jordy you need to come home
She hates me
Everything is horrible
I don’t know what to do
Please tell me you’re home soon
Jordy hopped into his car, turned it on, and was about to put it in gear when he thought to text a quickOn my way.
When he opened the door from the garage, the first thing to greet him was the sound of hysterical sobbing and yells of “I want my daddy!”
“He’s on his way, poppet,” Rowan wheedled, sounding teary himself.
Well, fuck.
