“Oh. It’s um… It’s just nuts that Levi was thoughtful enough to invite me to the game.”
She leans against the elevator, pulling her bag up on her shoulder, and gently caressing Athena. “Well, I hesitate to tell you this because I know how much you were lusting after him before but apparently he’s been asking about you throughout your recovery.”
“My what?”
Her head snaps up, and she smiles. “Since you decided to take a hiatus and fulfill your true calling as a beautiful-but-mighty princess.”
“Queen,” I whisper to her.
“Since you decided to take a hiatus and fulfill your true calling as a beautiful-but-mighty queen.”
“Well, that was nice of him.” I smirk, letting her know I appreciate her willingness to go along with my weird antics.
She points at me. “I shouldn’t have told you.”
“What?”
“Your face!”
“What about my face?”
“You’ve got that look in your eye.”
The elevator doors open, and a posh looking couple stands on the other side, staring at us. Raeann, holding on to Athena while she points at me, eyes crazy, and me, acting as innocent as can be.
We drop our fight, smiling politely, and navigate around them. “I have no look,” I tell her once we’re out of earshot.
“It was all dopey and lovestruck.”
“Would it be that bad?”
My stomach tumbles over itself as Raeann thinks. “Micah seems to believe so.”
“Would you really deny the beautiful-but-mighty queen her king?”
“Okay, I think we’re going overboard.”
The doorman sees us coming and directs us outside toward the waiting car. Athena hops in first, and then Raeann before me. I was only focused on the back door when we got in, but once settled, I spy how big it is. “Are we really in a limo?” I whisper-yell to Raeann.
“We really are.”
Athena hops off the seat and goes to a cabinet. A piece of rope hangs from the handle, and she pulls it until it opens. The next thing I know, she’s chowing down on something. I’m about to get up to make sure she hasn’t gotten something she shouldn’t when it dawns on me. I snap my head toward Raeann.
“Yes, that’s her treat door.”
I dissolve into giggles. “Oh my God. How did we get here? One day, we were living a normal?—.”
“Well…”
“Okay, partly normal life, and now suddenly we’re in a limo with a pet treat door heading toward Wildcats stadium where we’ll presumably be sitting in a catered suite watching a game that a few months ago, we really didn’t care about.”
“That last part is all you.”
“Oh, right. How is Pawpaw?”
“They’re fixing to come visit soon.”
“That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see them.”
