“That was Raeann,” I state.
Jace and Sunny peer at each other and nod. “She was giving us regular updates, but we haven’t gotten one since you came back to work. How are you feeling?”
Her gaze drops to my arm. Discomfort rattles through me, but it’s not her fault. Of course they’re curious. “The pain is a lot more manageable. I’ll probably have to have surgery again. I have a doctor’s appointment coming up to see if we can return my skin back to something that looks a lot better than Freddy Kreuger’s face.”
“Aw, Tab.”
I wave Sunny’s concern away. Honestly, it’s not something I like to talk about because I am super self-conscious about it. When I have to take my bandages off, I can’t believe it’s me. The only person who’s ever seen the burns besides me is Raeann. Not even Micah. He’s banished from bandage re-wrap sessions.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I glance down at it.
Levi: Look up and be surprised when you see me. I’ll walk right past you.
What the…
Ilook up, and sure enough, Levi Soucy—that brilliant man—is walking past us in the bar, dressed to the nines.
“Levi!” I shout, and I don’t even have to fake the surprise.
Levi, though, is on point. He gives me a double take. “Get out of here. Your wardens let you out?”
He saunters up to the table, still standing, like he’s only stopped to say hey.
“Hi!” Sunny greets with a wide grin. She’s a little too excited, if you ask me.
“Do you want something to drink?” I offer.
“Now that’s my line,” he says, his full-on Georgia accent coming out. He sure knows how to put on the charm.
“Let me buy the Pet Threads team a round.”
He peers at me, brows raised.
“She can only have one,” Jace interjects. Honestly, he’s not wrong, but he said that a little too quickly.
“I’ll take another cosmopolitan,” Sunny says.
“And I’ll have a beer,” Jace informs him, holding up his bottle so Levi can see the name.
He nods once and looks over at me. “Let me grab you something. Maybe a soda?”
“A ginger ale? Thanks.”
He taps the table and then walks away, and I can’t help but watch him. His ass in those jeans is positively scrumptious.
“I thought they were at an away game?” Jace says.
“Me too.” I tear my gaze away from Levi’s retreating form. “They must have just gotten back.”
Jace chuckles. “His reputation is true, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“He just got back from the game and instead of winding down, he’s at a bar?”
“Well, we’re at a bar,” I counter.
“Touché.” He clinks his glass with mine, but then he adds on, “But we’re not looking to get laid.”
