Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
The normal staff were usually college kids, doing a fun job during the summers while they went to school to get to the real careers they wanted in life. Even they had direction.
I was embarrassed.
“Charlie.”
I literally jerked out of my thoughts, stepping backward and hitting the wall behind me. Two drying crates hung there crashed to the floor.
Keith had been making an announcement, but he stopped, and everyone looked at me.
I hissed, feeling the tears on my face.
Grant had been the one to say my name, his eyes now narrowing before he looked around us.
He stepped forward, shielding me from the rest of the room, except I looked around him. Reese Forster still had a direct line of sight to me, and he was staring like everyone else—except his jaw was clenched. His eyebrows pulled down, and he frowned.
Was he mad at me? Because I was crying?
Feeling an irrational burst of anger, I flipped him off.
The dish window hid most of me, but I raised my hand to my waist, with just the one finger showing. His eyes dropped to it and lingered.
I waved it from side to side until I realized what I was doing and tore myself away.
Then I did what I always did.
I went to the back of the kitchen and hid. What’s one more embarrassing moment to pile on with all the others?
My heart raced and beat loudly in my ears as I bent down at the back sink to wash my hands. When that didn’t help calm me, I cupped a handful of water and splashed it on my face.
That helped. A little. It disguised the tears anyway.
Owen and Hadley had been in the office, so they didn’t know what happened. They were coming out now, and I heard Grant ask them, “Where’d Charlie go?”
Hadley answered, “I don’t know. Why?”
I tensed, waiting for Grant to tell them. But he only said, “I had a question for her…” He saw me, and his voice trailed off. “Never mind.”
He came over to stand next to the sink.
We waited in silence until Hadley grabbed what she had come out for and went back to Owen’s office.
“You okay?” Grant asked in a low voice.
The answer was no, so I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze either. If I did, I was going to start crying, so I stared at a wall to the side of us.
When I trusted my voice not to crack, I said, “Thanks for covering for me.”
He nodded. I caught the movement from the corner of my eye. “That’s what we used to do.”
He was right.
He’d been my best friend all those years ago.
I still couldn’t say anything—I was doing everything I could not to cry—but I reached out and blindly grabbed for his hand. He held it out, shifting something to his other hand, and I squeezed it once.
“Thank you.”
“We can talk later, if you want, but one of the Thunder’s trainers was asking who’s in charge of the courts. He’s going to leave breakfast early to meet with you, go over what they might need from us. Can you handle that?”
Work. Distraction. I needed that like I needed air.
“Yesssss,” I breathed out. Grabbing a paper towel, I wiped my face. “I’m going to go now.”
“Get some food,” he said again. “I remember how you used to not eat when you were upset.” He started for the door. Then he stopped and looked back. “Oh. Hey. My fiancée is coming today. I’d like you to meet her.”
“What’s her name?”
“Sophia.”
His voice got lighter when he said her name. So did his face. He relaxed, the tight lines around his mouth softening.
He loved her. He truly did, and he was happy.
He was worried about me, but she made him content. I saw it all in an instant because I knew him so well. That had never gone away, and despite the reason for me coming here, I was glad for it.
It was time to stop and face some of the people I had run from before.
I smiled. “I’m excited to meet her.”
He nodded and was gone, and because I was feeling more myself, my eyes returned to Reese Forster. I should just embrace the stalker inside of me, right?
With a jolt, I found he was looking at me again.
As our gazes met and held, he reached forward. His gaze was almost smoldering. He grabbed his milk, his own middle finger splayed out on the side of the cup. Tipping it to his lips, he never broke eye contact, even when he put it back on the table.
I bit down, squelching a smile.
The ghost of a grin teased on his face too, and I had to bite down harder.
I shouldn’t find that exciting, but I did.
And because I felt a question wanting to be blurted out, and knowing it was going to be highly inappropriate, I ripped my gaze from his.