End Game (New York Stars Book 1)

Gracie: How’s home?

Liam: You should have come with me.

Gracie: I’m needed here, plus the deadline for that essay on strategic management is looming.

Liam: You could have worked on it across the border lol.

Gracie: Uh-huh.

Liam: It’s good to be back in Winnipeg.

Gracie: I’ll bet. Tell you what… Next time you’re in Montréal, I’ll come with you but only if we can go to a Sugar Shack together.

Liam: FUCK. Now I’m going to crave ragoût and oreilles de Christ from la Cabane à Sucre all day!

Gracie: Oops, lol.

Liam: How about we fly out to Pierrefonds tonight?

Gracie: I’m in New York. And it’s Mom’s birthday. I figured you’d be heading over to the house to eat with the fam.

Liam: No.

Liam: I think we should go to Québec!

Gracie: You have practice tomorrow.

Liam: I’ll take the fine.

Liam: Tell my EA to make it happen. She’s a boss-ass bitch.

Gracie: LIAM! I have to study.

Liam: Not for one night you don’t.

Liam: Anyway, you owe me.

Gracie: Why?

Liam: You said Bradley would get rid of that fuckface Greco and dipshit Raimond before the trade deadline.

Gracie: I never said that.

Liam: You did!

Gracie: But I’m never wrong. Like, ever. This can’t be.

Liam: Yeah, yeah, mon p’tit cabbage. You were wrong this time. So you owe me. BIG.

Liam: We’ll hit the Sugar Shack, I’ll ruin my diet and get bitched at by Coach, and you can be home by tomorrow night.

Liam: Don’t tell me you don’t miss Canada because I’ll call you a liar.

Gracie: I can’t tell you I don’t.

Liam: Is that a convoluted way of saying yes? Lol.

Gracie: Well, if my boss insists…

Liam: Cibole, is that how I get to have my way?!

Gracie: Don’t get your hopes up.

Liam: Actually, OTHER things were up…

Gracie: Tonight?

Liam: Fuck, yeah. Tonight.

Liam: A win, my girl, and ragoût—what more can a man ask for?

Gracie: Do you need me to send Mom flowers on your behalf? She means too much to you not to recognize her birthday, Liam.

Liam: I organized it myself. You shouldn’t have to do that. <3

Gracie: <3