“Not necessary, I’ve taken the day off and—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Tommy plowed him over by hugging him. “Yes! Can we go to the arcade?”
He groaned at the idea, but luckily Ryleigh said, “Thinking about the arcade, I know what we can do, Tommy. Your dad lost a bet at the pinball machine, didn’t he?”
“Yes!” His son giggled and reciprocated Ryleigh’s high five.
“What am I missing here?”
“Dad… You lost the bet with Ryleigh and now she’s going to spar with us.”
Keenan playfully nudged Tommy’s side and said, “I was hoping you’d forget that little bet.”
Tommy sniffed and said, “Don’t be a scary cat.”
He laughed and said, “I think you mean a scaredy-cat.”
Tommy shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Okay, I’ll call uncle Duncan and ask him if we can use his dojo today.”
While Tommy cheered and ran from Keenan’s room, he slid his arm around Ryleigh’s waist and tugged her to him so she stood in between his legs while he sat on his bed.
“Take it easy on this old man, okay?”
She shot him a devious smile. “I’m not making any promises, Keen. All is fair in love and war. And this sparring session? This is war.”