Phoenix, Mia & Tarik
“Did you expect her to get this excited?” Tarik asked Phoenix as he watched Mia jump up and yell at the ref for a bad call.
Phoenix smirked. “She’s a little passionate, that’s for sure.”
“A little?” Unable to help himself, Tarik grinned.
Truth was, he loved watching Mia at the games. Ever since the first one they’d taken her to months ago, she’d asked to go back. Now, it was at the point that she attended every home game and several away games when they managed to get her to go with them. With school, she couldn’t get away as much as they’d have preferred, but at least it was something.
Her jersey read Pierce-Marx with the number three on the back and Tarik remembered the day she’d showed it to them, a surprise on her part. The fact that the jersey was fitted and short enough to show off her sweet little ass encased in those hip-hugging jeans only made her that much hotter.
“Are you serious, ref?” Mia squealed before plopping back down in her seat. “Did you see that? Can you believe that call?”
Tarik laughed along with Phoenix. When Mia turned her head to look at them, frowning as she did, Tarik took her hand. “You okay?”
“No,” she grumbled, although she smiled brightly as she did. “Are these games always this stressful?”
“Come on, boy,” Sawyer called to Buster, making his way through the living room toward his bedroom. Without missing a beat, Sawyer went right to the bathtub and turned on the water. While the tub filled, he glanced over at the door, expecting to see Buster standing there.
He didn’t expect Buster to be merrily wagging his tail because, it was true, his dog didn’t particularly care for baths, but Buster had always eventually given in.
Didn’t look as though that were the case today.