End Game (New York Stars Book 1)

Kow: Bro, why isn’t Gracie’s number working?

Liam: She has a new one.

Liam: Why? What do you want?

Kow: Why did she change her number?

Liam: What do you want?

Kow: Jesus. Sure, you’re her boss, but dude, she can talk to me outside of office hours.

Liam: You forget how well I know you.

Kow: I want to ask her what she’s getting for Mom’s birthday.

Liam: Ha. More like you wanted her to buy a present for you too.

Kow: Fuck off.

Liam: Can’t fuck off. I’m comfortable.

Kow: Watching Noah before your game starts?

Liam: Yup. I’m in the hot tub. Think they’ll win? Portland is doing great this year.

Kow: Got a hundred K on the game so if he doesn’t bring the goods, I’ll kill him.

Liam: You do know that’s illegal AND against league rules?

Liam: Who am I kidding? Of course you goddamn do. MORON.

Kow: It’s just this once!

Liam: Delete your messages. It’s evidence admissible in court.

Liam: DOUBLE MORON.

Liam: FML.

Liam: And now I’m a party to it.

*Liam deletes messages*

Liam: Fuck you.

Kow: Gotta pay you back for my tax bill.

*Kow deletes messages*

Liam: I can wait, dumbfuck. You could have just given me your wager to cover part of what you owe me.

Kow: Have faith in Noah.

Liam: Is it my imagination or is he getting really good?

Kow: Nah, he’s always been this talented but shit teams keep picking him.

Liam: He played for the Mounties!

Kow: Yeah, but he got traded just before you won the cup. That’s your fault. Without you, they sucked, thought they were gonna lose, then BOOM. In your little green Leprechaun ass bounced and you brought home the silver cup. Again.

Liam: Do you expect me to apologize for getting kidnapped?

Kow: To me? Nah. To Noah? Maybe.

Liam: Cibole.

Kow: Why’d she switch numbers?

Liam: She just did.

Kow: Gracie has had the same number since she moved to the States.

Kow: What’s going on?

Liam: Does it matter?

Kow: That my pain-in-the-ass sister who never does anything for no reason would just change her long-term telephone number out of the blue?

Kow: Yeah, it matters.

Kow: What’s

Kow: Going

Kow: On?

Liam: She’s fine so there’s no need to worry but…

Liam: She was mugged last night. She didn’t want me to say anything but I can see you spinning stories in your head.

Kow: Shit!

Liam: Like I said, she’s fine. Few scrapes but she claims she wasn’t hurt. Well, that’s a lie actually. Her pride was lol. Mostly, she’s pissed that they got away with her stuff.

Kow: Typical Gracie.

Kow: Gimme her new number?

Liam: What? So you can bombard her with messages to get her to pick out a gift for you? Nah.

Liam: And though she IS all right, the last thing she needs is a shopping list from you of gifts you want her to buy on your behalf.

Kow: Tell her I’ll help her work on her right hook. Repayment for the personal shopping.

Liam: You begging for a fist to the face? Because I’ll team up with her…

Kow: Nah. But it’ll get her to grab a gift for me. A shit present is better than no present.

Liam: Get your assistant to buy you one!

Kow: Gracie’s shit presents are better than a stranger’s bland one.

Liam: You’re a piece of work.

Kow: 😛

Liam: BTW, we need to talk.

Kow: Later, dude. Charlene just came over.

Liam: Call me.

Kow: Sure thing.

Liam: I’m going to delete our whole text chat. Just in case.

Kow: Chill.

Liam: Fuck off. You’ll thank me when this bites you in the ass ten years down the line.