Page 57 of Playing Her Game

And to fuck.

Claudia:

NOELLE PEMBROOKE!

Anna starts typing, her thumbs moving quickly.

Anna:

I'm beginning to think the problem is that you all keep forgetting you chose men who get paid to slam into other men for a living.

She hits send and immediately bursts out laughing.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“I'm sitting right here, Anna.”

“An unfortunate coincidence.”

I poke her side, and she squeals, swatting my hand away before turning back to the screen.

Hildy:

Oh, look at Anna getting brave.

Sofie:

I was beginning to think she'd abandoned us.

Anna:

Never. I was conducting important research.

Noelle:

On what?

Anna looks at me, a mischievous smile pulling at her mouth, then looks back at the phone.

Anna:

The many and varied ways men can be exhausting.

I bark out a laugh. “That's a pretty broad research project.”

“It's been exhausting.”

She leans into me again, laughing as the messages pile up.

Claudia:

I have a theory that hockey players are born without the ability to find anything in their own houses.

Nalani:

Mine called me to ask where his passport was; it was in his back pocket.