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222 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 21, 2015
She had no true interest in making sushi and was well known for getting distracted while… Well, while doing anything. It was how she was made, and Edward always said it was charming in a rare, overbred toy dog kind of way. She could never survive alone in the wild, according to him, but he appreciated having a purpose in life as her owner.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
He grinned. “Sure.”
“I never regret anything. Ever. People try to make me regret things. They tell me how I was stupid or not thinking or something. Usually they’re right, so I pretend to be sad so they’ll go away. But really and truly, I never regret anything.”
He tried to imagine living like that. Never looking back and wishing you could do it all over again.
“You know,” Joey said, his tone conversational. “I’ve listened to every superstition you nutcases can dream up. Lucky shorts, purple socks, three green beans with a steak dinner. I’m sure one of you dances naked and howls at the moon before every game. I’m all for whatever gets you to a winning season, but, Mike, your system is straight up stupid.”
“It’s not stupid. It’s about focus and time. There’s only so much—”
“Bullshit.”
Mike dropped his arm and glared at Joey. “You don’t have to understand it. Just know that it works.”
“Fine, it works. You’re a monk. But I’m giving you until your next barbecue to get your head out of your ass or I’m moving in.”
“What?”
“I’ve got a thing for smart blondes.”
Mike rose to his most intimidating height. “You’re uninvited.”
“I’ll crash it.”
“I could pick you up and throw you across the room.”
“Not without ripping up your shoulder, you can’t.”
It was a measure of how insane Mike was that he actually considered it. But after a few furious breaths, he realized the ass was right.