The Newspaper Nanny by Maren Moore

Author:Maren Moore [Moore, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B095Z4P7R4
Goodreads: 58177425
Publisher: #PrB.rating#3.89
Published: 2021-08-26T23:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Juliet

The time on my Apple Watch reads eleven sixteen, and Liam is officially...plastered. Completely drunk off his ass. He's apologized no less than a hundred times, and thankfully, the girls are both asleep and tucked in tight, completely worn out from today's festivities.

"This is fucking great," Reed quips from beside me. He's been nursing the same beer for two hours, so I know he's on the sober side with me. Liam and his team member are playing a game of drunken HORSE in the backyard, and I've come to the realization that Liam definitely should stick with hockey and stay far away from basketball. I think he's only actually gotten the ball on the rim, not in, like…at all.

"Never gonna let him live this one down."

I laugh and bump his shoulder, "Let the guy relax. He's got a pretty big stick up his—". I slap my hand over my mouth.

Shit, I can't believe I almost said that out loud, and to my boss’ best friend at that.

Reed throws his head back and lets out a voracious laugh, "Tell me something I don't know, Juliet. It's why he walks a bit funny, I'm telling you. Li’l cockeyed..."

My shoulders shake as I try not to laugh, but fail miserably. It feels good to talk with someone who knows Liam, and his, um…anal ways.

Just as I open my mouth to answer, there's a loud crash, and I see Liam on the ground, clutching his head.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Reed grunts, setting his beer down.

I waste no time running over to Liam, who's sitting there, shaking his head and running his fingers through his long, disheveled hair. The same hair that I fantasize about running my own fingers through, late at night.

"Liam? What happened? Are you okay?"

The guys he was playing with are laughing so hard, they look like they're about to keel over. One guy actually does fall to the ground, clutching his stomach as he laughs.

"Fucking ball," he mutters.

"What do you mean fucking ball?"

His green eyes dart up to meet mine, and his brow furrows, "I fucking got hit with the ball, Juliet."

I pull my lip into my mouth, stifling my laugh, and sit back on my legs, "Oh."

Liam is officially the worst drunk ever.

As I think that, he sways, then falls back onto the court, grunting when the back of his head hits the concrete.

"Okay, party’s over, guys," I say. I stand up, straighten my dress, then lean down and pull Liam back upright. I look over at Reed, who grins then offers a shrug and no help.

Fine.

I try to lift Liam to his feet, but if anything, it feels like gravity is bringing us both down. Finally, he gains his footing and stands, shakily.

He starts trying to walk over to his friend on the court, "Next time I’m beating your ass—”

"Alright, big guy, that's enough. Come on...let's go." I bite back a laugh as we make our way into the house. I can't believe he let loose long enough to drink, let alone actually get drunk.

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