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" Excellent,” says Gray, rubbing his hands together, a gleam in his eye. “The last
person to sing gets to buy the drinks.”
Ivy grins wide. “You’re on, Cupcake. I’m going to sing the house down.”
We all pause, our gazes darting back and forth as a certain sense of terror falls
over the table.
Ivy sees us and slaps her palm onto the table. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I know what
you twats are thinking! If I suck at dancing, I’ll suck at singing? Well, I don’t. I’m
awesome.”
Awkward silence ensues, and she snorts.
“What? You think I don’t know I suck at dancing? I just don’t give a shit.” She
glares at Gray, though there really isn’t any anger in the look. “So you can stop
dancing like an ass now.”
A strangled sound leaves him. “You knew?”
“Of course.” She tosses a lock of her hair over her shoulder. “You’re too
coordinated on the field, and you kind of forget to suck when you do those victory
dances.”
He gapes at her for a long second, then gives a bark of laughter. “I fucking love
you, Special Sauce.” With that, he hauls Ivy into his lap and kisses her.
Fi, however, finally snaps out of the trance she’s been in since Ivy confessed.
“You sneaky shithead,” she shouts over the music. “All these years I’ve been
covering for your craptacular dancing, and you knew!” She shakes a fist. “I swear to
God, Ivy Weed…”
“Oh, please,” Ivy counters. “You pretend you suck at baking so you don’t have to
cook for family holidays.”
Fi sniffs, looking guilty as hell. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ivy leans in, her eyes narrowed. “Midnight cookie baking ring a bell, Tink?”
Fi’s cheeks flush, and she studies her nails with undue interest while muttering
something about traitor sisters under her breath. “Those are for PMS cravings and
nothing more. I was baking under duress. "
― Kristen Callihan , The Game Plan (Game On, #3)
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" I glance back at Drew, who is still
eyeing his phone and being awfully quiet. “Seriously, Baylor, I’m about to
confiscate that thing.”
He raises a brow at me, and gives me his old, innocent grin—which I am not
falling for. “You really are a mom, aren’t you?”
“As I recall, you played the role of Mom. I was Dad.”
“Doesn’t that mean we’re on a date now? And all I get is this lousy dinner?”
Drew leans his arms on the table. “Where are my flowers?”
“I’ll make it up to you with sweet talk later. Now answer the question, Battle.
What the hell is up with the phone?”
As if I’ve activated it, the damn thing lights up, and Drew glances down. He
fights to hide his smile. “What can I say? I’m totally pussy whipped by my wife to
be. That’s right, I’m replacing you with Anna. "
― Kristen Callihan , The Game Plan (Game On, #3)