“Get a look atSuperman’sabs today? Why yes, I did.”
“I mean—” I start.
But Rosalie finishes for me. “Wow.”
“Right?” I breathe out, reverting ontomy back once more and staring at the ceiling. “We have a friend who is a professional athlete, Rose. And he has…the bodyof one.”
She laughs. “Youhave a friend. I’m just along for the ride.”
“That’s not true,” I say. “I’m sure Callum would call you his friend.”
“I’ve made too many threats against the man for him to call me friend. Nowhisfriend—I would let Zev call mefriendany day of the week.”
I laugh—but then her words sink in. “Wait. Threats?” I push up on my elbow once more and look at her. “What kind of threats?”
My phone pings on the floor between us, and Rosalie sits up. “Oops, duty calls.” She slides my cell toward me and hops to her feet. “I’ve got tons of grading to do.”
“Rosalie!”
“Look,” she says, pointing to the message in my notification bar. “It’s Callum. Go text the man youaren’tcrushing on.”
I groan… but I do want to read his text, and I shouldn’t be all that surprised that Rosalie has been attempting to intimidate him.
I open his message and read:
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: Movie? You and me? Tuesday?
A movie? He has piqued my interest… and an invitation. I am officially intrigued. Only?—
Me: I have to work Tuesday.Wednesday?
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: I fly out Wednesday.
Me: Where to?
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: We play in Philly on Thursday.
Me: Wow. Fun.
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: Yeah. We need this one.
Me: How can I help?
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: Just thought we could hang out. Do something to take my mind off the game. I think it might help.
Me: Let me see if Jan will swap nights with me.
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: You’d do that?
Me: Yes. In a heartbeat. Jan might not, though—Tuesdays are dead. Pray that she has a big exam coming—then she can work and study all at once.
Callum Hot Lips Whitaker: Sending one up to the Big Guy as I type.
Five minutes later, Callum’s prayer is heard. Jan has a test to study for and a paper due. That’s what she gets for studying math and minoring in English.
I exhale, my nerves extra charged as I text him back.
Me: Jan can swap. Want me to bring a movie?
