“Sandwich delivery,” they announced, setting it on my desk. “Tabitha got called into Oliver’s office with Kirsty, so I’m your lunch service today.”
“Lennon, would you date a recently divorced father of two?”
Lennon held up their fingers, counting off three apparently important points. “Are they financially solvent, attractive, and whose fault was the divorce?”
I shrugged noncommittally.
Lennon wrinkled their nose. “Sweetie, you have better things and people you could be doing,” they headed for the door with a wink.
I turned back to Enzo’s message and decided to FaceTime him on my laptop rather than text back.
“Hey, sister,” Enzo answered almost immediately, not looking at his phone. “Hold please.” He was wearing his wayfarers and walking somewhere outside, the camera bouncing with each step. He stopped and sat down before looking at the screen again, frowning, and pulling off his sunglasses.
“What’s going on? You look like you’re about to grab a sledgehammer and start demolishing everything in sight.”
My smile hitched at his assessment. He wasn’t far off. But I didn’t want to think about it, so I waved it off. “I look like that most days. For all you know, I accidentally got Pepsi instead of Coke.”
“Hm,” Enzo didn’t look convinced. “Technically true, but even your ‘smash all the things’ face has different levels and this feels like Defcon three at least.”
“So this weekend?”
“Yes!” His face brightened. “They need stunt coordinators for a docuseries about the ski industry.”
“They can’t just use actual skiers?” My phone buzzed and I glanced at it. The phone number wasn’t familiar, so I ignored it.
“Rude. Don’t you want me to work? I can’t just let Dom be my sugar daddy.”
“Please. We all know that’s your kink, you big weirdos.”
Enzo gasped like a church lady being mooned by teenagers.
My phone buzzed again and I picked it up. The unfamiliar number had identified itself and I was convinced my heart did a full somersault as I read the messages.
(Maybe) Finn:Hey it’s Finn. Hope it’s cool Enzo gave me your number. Had to tell you the funniest thing. My PT is a massive Legends fan. Collectables special edition game the works. Told him I knew the woman who ran the company that built the game for Titan. He about lost his mind
He’d included a selfie with his physical therapist. The PT’s face was pure gold, his grin nearly splitting his face, eyes wide with delight. Finn wore his own goofy, overly enthusiastic expression, pointing at his PT like he was hanging with a bigger celebrity than Dom.
(Maybe) Finn:Didn’t know you had a fan did ya? Ray thinks you’re god tier. Said to tell you hi
I snorted and immediately pressed my lips together. He’d thought of me in the middle of his PT appointment, dealing with his own recovery.
No question about “Alex” either. I responded to the picture with a heart.
“Wait, who just texted you?” Enzo interrupted. I’d forgotten he was even there. “You’re grinning like a lovesick teenager and I’ve never even seen you crack so much as a smirk at your phone.”
I tried to discreetly save Finn’s contact info, my cheeks burning.
“Alexandra Joan Archer, who has you making heart eyes at your phone?”
“Sweet Zeus almighty, Enzo, nobody, okay?” my voice pitched higher than I intended. I tossed my phone across the desk, then immediately wanted to pick it up again to reread the messages.
Enzo’s grin widened. “Hmm. Tell me, or I’m about to go for a very bouncy jog with this camera.”
“I’ll hang up. Is Dom coming with you?”
“Nope.” There was something about the way he popped the end of that word. Vaguely suspicious, but when wasn’t Enzo scheming.
“How long?”
