Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“We were taste testing,” Jamie informs us with a cocky smirk on his face.
“Great,” Drake growls. “Now that your slobber is all over our food, I can’t wait to eat it.”
I sit at the kitchen table between Drake, Tucker, and Trent, my chair pushed back against the wall. “Give him a break,” I say to Drake, pointing at Jamie and his girl of the week. “Nerds don’t get as many chances to hook up with girls who look like that.”
With Shannon at his side, Jamie carries a few plates and bowls over to the table. “Hey, I can hear you, Spidey.”
I hate that fucking nickname.
The room erupts into laughter, but I don’t find it the least bit funny.
“Don’t call me that.”
Like I had a say in my name.
I cross my arms over my chest, irritated. “It’s your dad’s fault I got stuck with this name.”
“Your dad shouldn’t have bet mine that he would beat him at video games, of all things.” Jamie pulls out a chair for Shannon and then takes a seat at the table next to Tucker. “He should have known better.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Shannon flicks her dark locks over her right shoulder and cozies up to Jamie waiting for him to tell her the story.
“Our parents are best friends—” he starts, and Shannon interrupts.
“Wait, did you guys all grow up together?”
He nods. “Parker’s mom is my dad’s best friend. They’re kind of like brother and sister.”
“So, that makes you two like brothers.” She points between Jamie and me.
“Yeah,” Jamie says. “Sort of. We’re all family, like one really weird dysfunctional family.”
Drake snorts. “Speak for yourself.”
Shannon glances around the table at each of us. “That’s pretty cool. You guys all knew each other before you came to Strick U. It must make it easier for you to play hockey together.”
“I don’t know about all that,” Drake interrupts.
“It’s definitely an advantage we have over other teams,” I say. “Coaches have a hard enough time getting all the egos to play together.”
“We fight all the time,” Tucker says.
“True,” I counter. “But we don’t stay mad at each other for long.”
Drake laughs. “I just beat the bitchassness out of you.”
“You wish.” I motion my finger toward me. “Come at me, bro. Let’s see how tough you really are.”
He shakes his head, entertained.
Trent holds out his hand to silence Drake. “I’m hungry. Would you two stop measuring dicks until after we eat?”
“You guys are crazy.” Shannon laughs, filling a plate of pasta for each of us. “I hope all of you brought your appetite because I made tons of food. Jamie said you can eat an army under the table, so I kind of overdid it. There’s enough left for the rest of your teammates if you want to invite them.”
“Nah,” Jamie says. “They can fend for themselves. I’m saving the leftovers for us.”
Shannon stands up to pass plates of pasta and garlic bread around the table, and Jamie takes this as an opportunity to smack her ass. She has a nice ass, one I can’t help but lean back more to admire.
“Are you planning to make this a regular thing?” Tucker asks Shannon, shoveling a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Because I could definitely get used to this.”
“Me, too,” the rest of us mutter in unison.
I wouldn’t mind having her hang out at the house. She’s easy on the eyes. Gets along with the guys. And doesn’t seem like a pain in the ass. Guaranteed dinner every night sounds good to me.
My dad always cooked for us when he was home. That was his thing. He catered to my mom when they were dating, and she hasn’t lifted a finger in the kitchen since. I wouldn’t trust my mom’s food, anyway. She’s better at ordering from a menu.
“Wanna play Mage Wars after we eat?” I ask Jamie. “I’m finally out of level twenty-five. That one was such a bitch.”
“Oh, I love that game,” Shannon says, surprising all of us.
The entire table’s focus shifts to her, our eyebrows raised as if to say explain yourself, woman.
“My younger brother is obsessed with it,” she elaborates. “I still live at home with my parents. At least for now. My brother makes me play with him. It’s the only way I can get him to go to bed on time. We play Mage Wars for an hour and then bedtime. Seems to work.”
“My dad created The Fallen universe. Mage Wars is based on one of his earlier games,” Jamie tells her.
Over the years, there have been different versions of the original game that made his dad famous in the tech world. The Fallen: Mage Wars is his newest creation and by far the hardest of all of the games.
Her face brightens. “Are you kidding me? That is so cool.”
“R.E.G.A.N., the artificial intelligence in the game, is named after my mom,” he adds.