Chapter 35

Ty: I can't believe you left me with twelve little screaming children.

Indie: Hey, I never promised I'd be there for the party. How bad is it?

Ty: The party is not so bad, but the moms . . . Two of them want to exchange numbers—for playdates.

Indie: I mean Myra could benefit from more playdates.

Ty: No, honey, they want adult playdates. Like the one you owe me.

Indie: I don't owe you anything, but seriously, they're hitting on you?

Ty: Yep. It could've been great if you had come to give me a hand—to keep these women away from me.

Indie: Or I would've made a schedule so everyone could take turns. :wink: emoji

Ty: It's twelve forty-five and I'm not amused, Walker.

Indie: Sorry, Brynes, but . . . you're going to have to defend yourself today.

Ty: Why are you not here?

Indie: I was there yesterday morning—bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Myra loved my present and . . . the special pancakes too. Plus I accompanied you to deliver the cupcakes to the school.

Ty: Which I really appreciate you for that.

Indie: Also, I took her for dinner and we played board games with Harper before she went to bed. See, I did all the things, no need to join the party.

Ty: Okay, now you're just gloating while I'm still getting insinuating glances from these women. One of them has a pretty big ring that screams "married."

Indie: Yeah, but you're a hot hockey player. Maybe one of them has you on their list.

Ty: What list?

Indie: Of people they're allowed to sleep with given the chance.

Ty: That's not a thing.

Indie: Some people do have it.

Ty: Do you?

Indie: I would need to be in a relationship to even consider it, however, I don't think it's something I would do. I'm not judging but it's not my thing.

Ty: Good—I'm what you like to call possessive.

Indie: Ugh, I see where you're going and I'm going to have to stop you right there. Enjoy your party and . . . don't collect too many phone numbers, stud.