“Prometheus? Yellow and Black suit?”
I knew it. “Yup, that’s the one.”
“You got to meet Prometheus? The magazine has tried to get an interview with him for the last year.”
“Do you know anything about him?”
“He arrived here from a parallel world. Rumor is his home planet took a different evolutionary turn. They’re this crazy mix of technology and magic. Beyond that, everything is just hearsay. He wasn’t part of a team and just randomly pops up when there’s a global-level event. He once helped the Centurions stop the Ynieth shapeshifters from attacking Earth.”
“I had to rescue him yesterday.”
“That’s so cool. I’m jealous you got to?—”
The way he froze mid-sentence, I assumed my expression must have given away the outcome. There was a minute of silence before he switched sides in the hot tub, resting a steaming, moist hand on my shoulder. I nodded, thankful he didn’t push the conversation.
“Were you there long?”
“I got sidelined after the first patient.”
“Why?”
The bubbles worked at the knot in my back. If I didn’t have to check-in at work, I could have sat there all day. As I let go of the tension in my muscles, I focused my attention on the bubbles breaking the surface of the water.
In the reflection, I could make out the shadowy figure staring back at me. Nonchalantly, I waved my arm throughthe image and it vanished, swallowed by the depths of the hot tub.
“Topic switch.”
Breakfast club had a thousand rules, most of them we made and then immediately broke. However, the survival of our friendships relied on some boundaries. The moment I invoked one of the most sacred, Griffin moved on.
“Sebastian booked us a cabin up in the mountains. It started out as me asking him about camping.”
I gave a nod with my head to suggest getting out. Griffin moved to the stairs as he spoke. “Nope, not happening. Too many bugs. Impossible to sleep. No menu options. He’s a bit of a city boy. Yup, a couple of days roughing it in a cabin with only two bathrooms and a private chef. It’ll be torture.”
Walking the length of the pool, I tried to understand how he and Sebastian worked. I wasn’t sure who was dating out of their league, but they weren’t playing the same game.
We arrived at the lockers and I dropped my shorts while toweling off. “Oh, speaking of sexy men, do you or Sebastian know an Aiden at Revelations?”
“I only worked there a day, but Sebastian should. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, just somebody I bumped into.” I pulled the towel over my head, giving it a quick wipe down. The perks ofhaving a buzzed head, easy maintenance, and I always knew the moment it started raining.
I pulled on a pair of briefs and then my work pants. “I was going?—”
“Aiden Scott,” Griffin said. “Former blogger picked up by the magazine. He writes their online content.” I hadn’t even seen him grab his phone, but he was already scrolling through his texts.
“Remind me to never share secrets with you.”
“Sebastian says he’s a nice enough guy.”
“You’re getting stalkerish.” The truth was, I wanted more information. Not only did I owe Aiden a thank you for saving my life, but I wouldn’t mind seeing that scruffy face staring up at me as I plowed him.
“So you don’t want his number?”
“Whoa. Whoa. Don’t be crazy.” Okay, so this morning, I’d be paying for Griffin’s coffee. When my phone vibrated with a text message, I grinned. I had a moment imagining Aiden walking away from me and what he’d look like without jeans. Yeah, he’d be fun in the sack.
“If you’re done daydreaming about wrecking one of Sebastian’s employees, we’re going to be late to breakfast.”
I caught myself licking my lips, and it wasn’t because of Chad’s crepes.
