End Game (New York Stars Book 1)

THREE MONTHS LATER

Gracie: Saw this and thought of you.

*Gracie sends picture*

Liam: Why would a dick pic with a tattoo of a mountie on it remind you of me?

Gracie: Because you’re a Mountie. And I figured it’d make you smile. 😉

Liam: I don’t want to know what goes down in your brain. That’s a literal mountie. Not the team logo.

Gracie: 😛

Liam: And, for future reference, a picture of tits with the tattoo of a mountie on them is more likely to make me smile than a dick.

Gracie: You ruin everything. *pouts*

Liam: It’s a gift.

Liam: What kind of jerk-off is sending you a dick pic?

Gracie: A guy who doesn’t realize that’s not the way to get into my pants lol. Great game last night, btw.

Liam: Thanks. 🙂 Surprised you watched it. Thought you’d gone cold turkey on hockey.

Gracie: Bad date. 😛 Your shoulder acting up?

Liam: Nah. It’s fine.

Gracie: You sure? You looked like you were favoring your right one.

Liam: Got into a fight in the tunnel. Doesn’t matter.

Liam: Today was the first day of your last year of law school, right?

Gracie: It’s cute that you know that. And yes, I’ll allow you to change the subject.

Gracie: But…

Gracie: Let me guess, the guy you fought with…

Gracie: Greco.

Liam: Know-it-all.

Gracie: 😛

Gracie: Who won?

Liam: I’m offended you have to ask. He punches like you.

Gracie: You’re lucky you’re six-hundred clicks away.

Liam: 😉

Gracie: My punch makes grown men weep. Or it will the next time I see you.

Liam: Love it when you threaten me with a good time, Gracie.

Liam: How did it go today?

Gracie: It went. I’ll get there.

Gracie: How are the nightmares? Are you sleeping?

Liam: Things are better, yeah.

Gracie: You sure? Always here to talk.

Liam: Thanks. 🙂 Your brother convinced me to switch therapists btw.

Gracie: Which brother and why? You liked that one, didn’t you?

Liam: Kow said she was a fan girl.

Gracie: Ah, Jesus. What did she do?

Liam: Offered to suck my cock to make me feel better.

Gracie: And you needed talking out of switching therapists, huh?

Liam: I liked her. I mean, the offer was nice but not what I need right now.

Gracie: Ya think? Well, I hope the new one is better.

Liam: I haven’t found a replacement shrink yet.

Gracie: What?!

Gracie: Ah, shit.

Gracie: GTG, something’s just come up. Take care of that shoulder, huh? And TTYL.

TWO DAYS LATER:

Gracie: Here. He’s posted on his Facebook page that sports are how the government controls the masses.

Gracie: He’s straight with three kids and I don’t think he’s in the closet. Not from the memes he shares.

Gracie: He’s a commie supporter with Marxist leanings and Nihilist tendencies, but he’s confident in his sexuality and won’t be offering to suck you off midsession.

Liam: You stalked his Facebook profile?!

Gracie: Of course. Anyway, sign up with him. TODAY. You hear me? Don’t make me make the call, Liam.

Liam: Okay, okay. Chill. I’ll do it now.

Gracie: Good. Got a class. Talk later.

*An hour later*

Liam: Session with him next week. TY

Gracie: <3