“It’s not.”
“But what if it is?”
I smooth back the flyaway hair from my ponytail, trying to look presentable. “Let’s not get my hopes up.”
Even though butterflies are starting to swarm in my stomach.
Jameson runs to the door, peeking his head out. “Sutton, if that’s him, you need to lock him down.”
“Stop it!” I hiss. I doubt it’s Derek, but if it is, I don’t need him hearing our conversation.
“I’m just sayin’…”
He trails off and I peer out the door around him.
“Holy shit!” I breathe out.
“It’s him, right?” Jameson peers down at me.
“Yes.” I elbow him out of the way. “Now go away!”
“And miss this?”
I point a finger in his face. “If you don’t get back to work, I won’t cover any more of your shifts. And then what will happen to Gunnar and his magic dick?”
“Ugh. I hate you.” He grabs my finger and pushes it back at me. “But if you don’t tell me what happens, I’ll hate you forever.”
“You love me.”
“I don’t know why.”
I duck out under his arm to go meet the man standing in the lobby.
Wow. I do not remember him being this good-looking. Maybe it’s because he was wearing a jacket the other day, but today? It’s a polo that squeezes his biceps just right, exposing a sleeve of tattoos.
“Hi.”
He turns to face me, a smile widening his face. “I was hoping you’d be here today.”
“How’s Troy doing?”
“Good. Trying to milk it for all it’s worth. More dessert. More screen time. Toys. You name it, he’s trying to get it out of me.”
I laugh. “Of course he is. But you’re not letting him, right?”
“Never.” The way he shakes his head tells me Troy’s getting everything he wants.
“Well, I’m glad he’s feeling better.”
“I wanted to pop over before practice today. Give you this.” Derek hands over a piece of paper with three stick figures on it. One has a blue cast on his arm. “Thank you” is scribbled across the top in what could only be Troy’s handwriting. There’s footballs, trees, and…
“What’s this?” I point to a blob in the sky.
“I was told that was a superhero.”
“Interesting take on it.”
“I got an eye roll for even asking.”
