earth.” Tiger shook his head in disbelief.
“I thought Bucky was being dramatic, but maybe not.” I leaned over to study the list. “What is the deal with Kandi and Cold? Do guys talk about that kinda thing?”
Tiger chuckled. “Depends. I don’t need to brag about all beautiful ladies that I have spent time with. But I have a feeling that Cold is the other type of guy.”
“If you are a paragon of virtue, then we’re in big trouble. What do you know about Cold?”
“He used to be a pro 3D shooter. Good but probably wasn’t making a living; few do. At some point, he switched over to filming the 3D circuit instead of competing. Posting live scoring for the pro divisions, took videos, and so on. He gets sponsored by companies to cover his expenses and has built quite a following. I think he makes a solid living now. I hear he is expanding his archery coverage. I’ve grabbed a few drinks with him at the Vegas tournament. He definitely thinks he’s a big deal.”
Mary muttered under her breath, “Jackwagon.”
The door of the conference room banged open, and Indy and Mouse stood there.
I leaped out of my chair. “Why would you do that? Don’t go around throwing doors open.”
“We decorated cookies for you.” Mouse extended a plate.
Feeling like a total jerk, I took a deep breath before replying. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
They brought over the cookies, and Mouse placed them on the table before tucking back under Indy’s arm. The blank angel cookies we had seen earlier were now decorated in long flowing gowns. Some of the gowns were solid colors hastily smeared over the entire cookie while others were a mix of colors with sprinkles accenting certain areas.
“These are beautiful. Where did you get the supplies? Mouse, did you make these?” I pointed to the carefully crafted dresses with ornate accents.
“We found all the supplies in the refrigerator, but I made these ones.” She pointed the angels of red smeared hastily across the top. “Indy did the pretty ones.”
Indy ducked his head, his bangs falling across his eyes.
“They’re really nice, Indy. Do you make icing dresses often?”
He laughed. “No, it was my first time, but it was fun and tasty. I’m crazy into drawing. You know that Minx is the one that got me started in art, right?”
“Oh really? Tell us.” Maybe we could get some information about Cold from him plus I was genuinely interested.
He pulled a table around sideways so he could sit on it and face us. He patted the spot next to him and Mouse joined him. Her ears poked out through her hair, and her bangs fell over half her face.
“A while ago, my dad, Cold, dated Minx. I lived with my grandparents but I got to hang out with her once. Dad told her that I liked to draw, so she brought me an art set, and we drew together. I sent her a few pictures after that, and she always wrote thank you notes with a photo of the drawing hanging on her wall. It meant a lot of me. She told me that she still has them. She’s so cool. Plus, she slapped Kandi. That was awesome.”
I exchanged a quick smile with Mary—this was going well. I hadn’t put together that Indy’s dad was Cold until now, but I should have. “Don’t like Kandi, do ya?”
“Gah, not at all. Dad dated her, as well. I would spend time with him in summer, and one year, she was there. She talked down to me, tried to discipline me, and took Dad away from me during my time with him. One time, I was playing my video games, but she wanted us to go to the mall. I refused, and she said I was mouthing-off. She reached up, and I thought she was going to hit me.” Indy pulled a face.
“What happened?”
“Dad grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the room. She left after that, and Dad and I hung out the rest of my vacation.”
“Wow. That’s awful. Was this the first time that you saw her again?”
“Yep, she looks rough.”
I coughed delicately. I was not a big fan of judging people on their
“I thought Bucky was being dramatic, but maybe not.” I leaned over to study the list. “What is the deal with Kandi and Cold? Do guys talk about that kinda thing?”
Tiger chuckled. “Depends. I don’t need to brag about all beautiful ladies that I have spent time with. But I have a feeling that Cold is the other type of guy.”
“If you are a paragon of virtue, then we’re in big trouble. What do you know about Cold?”
“He used to be a pro 3D shooter. Good but probably wasn’t making a living; few do. At some point, he switched over to filming the 3D circuit instead of competing. Posting live scoring for the pro divisions, took videos, and so on. He gets sponsored by companies to cover his expenses and has built quite a following. I think he makes a solid living now. I hear he is expanding his archery coverage. I’ve grabbed a few drinks with him at the Vegas tournament. He definitely thinks he’s a big deal.”
Mary muttered under her breath, “Jackwagon.”
The door of the conference room banged open, and Indy and Mouse stood there.
I leaped out of my chair. “Why would you do that? Don’t go around throwing doors open.”
“We decorated cookies for you.” Mouse extended a plate.
Feeling like a total jerk, I took a deep breath before replying. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
They brought over the cookies, and Mouse placed them on the table before tucking back under Indy’s arm. The blank angel cookies we had seen earlier were now decorated in long flowing gowns. Some of the gowns were solid colors hastily smeared over the entire cookie while others were a mix of colors with sprinkles accenting certain areas.
“These are beautiful. Where did you get the supplies? Mouse, did you make these?” I pointed to the carefully crafted dresses with ornate accents.
“We found all the supplies in the refrigerator, but I made these ones.” She pointed the angels of red smeared hastily across the top. “Indy did the pretty ones.”
Indy ducked his head, his bangs falling across his eyes.
“They’re really nice, Indy. Do you make icing dresses often?”
He laughed. “No, it was my first time, but it was fun and tasty. I’m crazy into drawing. You know that Minx is the one that got me started in art, right?”
“Oh really? Tell us.” Maybe we could get some information about Cold from him plus I was genuinely interested.
He pulled a table around sideways so he could sit on it and face us. He patted the spot next to him and Mouse joined him. Her ears poked out through her hair, and her bangs fell over half her face.
“A while ago, my dad, Cold, dated Minx. I lived with my grandparents but I got to hang out with her once. Dad told her that I liked to draw, so she brought me an art set, and we drew together. I sent her a few pictures after that, and she always wrote thank you notes with a photo of the drawing hanging on her wall. It meant a lot of me. She told me that she still has them. She’s so cool. Plus, she slapped Kandi. That was awesome.”
I exchanged a quick smile with Mary—this was going well. I hadn’t put together that Indy’s dad was Cold until now, but I should have. “Don’t like Kandi, do ya?”
“Gah, not at all. Dad dated her, as well. I would spend time with him in summer, and one year, she was there. She talked down to me, tried to discipline me, and took Dad away from me during my time with him. One time, I was playing my video games, but she wanted us to go to the mall. I refused, and she said I was mouthing-off. She reached up, and I thought she was going to hit me.” Indy pulled a face.
“What happened?”
“Dad grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the room. She left after that, and Dad and I hung out the rest of my vacation.”
“Wow. That’s awful. Was this the first time that you saw her again?”
“Yep, she looks rough.”
I coughed delicately. I was not a big fan of judging people on their
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