Page 55 of Wyndi Outside


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“Hey.”

I took in the jersey she was wearing. “When did you have time to make that?”

She gave me a small smile. “I worked on it all day Thursday and Friday.”

“When did you decide to come to the game?”

“Wednesday, right after the doctor’s appointment. Kaynaan?—”

I placed my pointer finger close to her lips. “I don’t wanna talk here. Let’s go to?—”

“Can we go to your place? It’s so much nicer than mine.”

I cocked my head to the side. “It’s professionally decorated, but it doesn’t have any heart. It’s bland.”

“With amenities. Bland with amenities.”

I couldn’t help smiling at her. “Yeah, let’s just get outta here. I’m tired as hell.”