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Me: Oh. I blocked her after that damn cover mess
Blondie: Blocked? You can’t block your PR team.
Me: The hell I can’t. Did you see whatthey did to me?
Blondie: umm…you mean when they made you baseball’s most popular bachelor? Lol
Me: Do you have any idea what it’s like?
Blondie: can’t say I do.
Me: People want to talk to me, Blondie. And touch me
Blondie: Must be torture.
Me: You have no idea
Blondie: So you won’t be there on Wednesday?
Me: …Scroll up…
Blondie: Photo op at the zoo with the puffin.
Me: Puff Daddy?
Blondie: GIF of a woman shaking her head
Me: Trust me. He’ll love it
Blondie: Oh, you know him now?
Me: When someone shits in your hands, it creates an instant soul-deep connection
Blondie: GIF of a woman spitting out her drink
Me: Will you be there on Wednesday?
Blondie: Yes
Me: Then I’ll see you Wednesday
August
“Where is the star of the show?”
Startled, I sat up straight. And there, in my doorway, Chris was leaning against the frame, decked out in his Revs jersey and baseball pants.
Since last week, we’d been texting randomly. He’d been nothing but sweet and funny, and it was messing with me. Take now, for instance. The sight of this moody, broody man should not have me tamping down a smile. Yes, he was sexy, but I had a plan. And I wouldn’t let him derail it.
“Puff’s over there.” I nodded to the small area I’d set up for him on the other side of my office. I couldn’t quite bring myself to call him Puff Daddy, so after a back and forth, we agreed on Puff. And I had to admit that it seemed as though the bird liked the name.
Since the Boston Zoo didn’t have a puffin exhibit, he didn’t have a dedicated home while he was healing. Atlantic puffins were social birds and lived in groups. Since he spent most of his time with me, he and I had become our own little puffinry. At night and when I was busy tending to other residents of the zoo, Puff spent his time inquarantine in one of the large rooms that housed a pond. But when I was working in my office, he was happier near me.
Chris sauntered in and set a white cup on my desk. “For you.” Without waiting for a response, he turned to the fenced-in area.
I had set up a few large fake rocks around a plastic kiddie pool with a built-in slide. It wasn’t anything special, but the little guy chirped happily and splashed around.
“You’re really living the life, huh, Puff?”
