“How should I know? I’m just a receptionist,” Carrie said, throwing her coat over her shoulders and grabbing her purse.
“You’re notjustanything. You’re a lifesaver and the reason I’m still in business.”
“Well, if you’re not calling dibs on the cute astronaut, I’m taking him out for a spin,” she said, heading for the door.
“I’m calling dibs,” Reid responded automatically, cursing himself as he heard Carrie laughing on her way out. “And he’s a rocket scientist,” he added, figuring that he couldn’t really pretend not to care anymore.
He’d been telling himself he’d get over it for a while now, and he really did have to.
Maybe not straight away, though. Maybe he could enjoy Gabriel’s company and leave it at that.
It was unprofessional, but how the hell else was he supposed to meet cute rocket scientists?
