Page 42 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“Fingers crossed.” She holds her hand up and shows off her Tilton decorated nails.

I grab her hand so I can inspect them and have a reason to touch her. “When did you get them done?”

“I did them before we left this morning.”

“That’s freaking cool.” I run my fingers over the intricate designs.

She grins, then tucks her hands in her hoodie pocket. “Thanks.”

“You guys want to grab lunch at the hotel?” Brody pats his stomach. “I want to feed the beast and catch a nap before the next game.”

“Sure.” Fee checks in with me. “If that’s cool with you?”

“Definitely.” I fall into step beside her as we cross the lot to the hotel—they’re conveniently close—but the restaurant is packed with parents and hockey players.

“We could order pizza?” Gage suggests.

“Or we can pick something up since I have a car,” Cammie offers. “That way you guys can relax. There’s a Superstore close by.”

“Oooh! Can I have a rotisserie chicken meal with a salad and those little potato balls?” Gage asks.

“And a chicken parm meal if they have it?” Brody tosses in.

“Let me make a list.” Cammie pulls out her phone and points to me. “What do you want?”

“Lean protein, easy-to-digest carbs, and a salad, please.”

“And chocolate milk.” Fee bumps my arm with her shoulder.

“Definitely chocolate milk,” I agree.

“I’ll come with, and we can stock up on snacks for after the game,” Chase offers.

“Perfect.”

“No boinking in the car,” Gage calls after them.

“Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good hotel bed?” Chase calls back, then bends so he can nuzzle Cammie’s hair.

“He better not give her all his mojo before the next game.” Brody sounds legitimately concerned.

“We should probably hang around the lobby and make sure that doesn’t happen,” I say.

“We’ll hang out in our room to circumvent that problem,” Brody replies.

Fee wrinkles her nose.

“Do you think they’ll actually boink in the car?” Gage looks worried.

“Please stop saying boink, Gage,” Fee says.

“Do you think Chase will park his car in Cammie’s garage, while they’re in the car?” Gage amends.

Brody chimes in, “No, but⁠—”

“The Superstore has an occupational bathroom,” Gage says.

“Yes, but also ew.” Fee licks her lips. “We have a room.”