Page 7 of A Little Bit More
He heaved a sigh. “It means Grunt’s off the team, and we’re never playing the Invertary Invaders ever again.”
She slipped her hand into his. “Let’s go get ice cream. It always makes me feel better when I lose at games.”
“I didn’t lose.”
The look she gave him was filled with pity. “Okaaaaay. You didn’t lose.” She patted his arm. “Maybe next time, the other team will let you win.”
Flynn groaned. “If I buy you a double scoop cone, will you stop talking?”
“With a flake? And sprinkles?”
“Bloody extortionist,” Flynn grumbled as they headed to the high street, where he not only had to buy lunch for the opposition but also ice cream for The Terrorist.
The only thing he was thankful for was that David Beckham hadn’t been there to witness his humiliation.
