Chapter 29: Brandon
This is not why I camehere tonight. She did this. She smelled me. Everyone knows that’s an automatic green light.
But this would be bad. Kissing her would be the exact wrong thing to do. It doesn’t matter how much I want to.
And I do.
I clear my throat and take a step back, my hands dropping away. There needs to be some space between us. Like a few states.
“What’s going on here?” Andi finally says in a hoarse voice.
“I just stopped by to check on you.”
“I’m still breathing,” she all but pants.
“Quite heavily, I may add.” I smile.
Andi takes a step back too. “This ... is not what I expected.” She sits down on the couch, somewhat dazed. I’m almost certain it’s not because of her concussion. I sit down as well, leaving a respectable six inches between us.
“Okay, well, now I know you’re alive and well. I can probably go.” I glance at her out of the corner of my eye.
“That would probably be best.”
“Did you let work know you’re out for the week?” I don’t know why I ask her this. It’s none of my business. It’s almost as if I’m stalling, like I don’t want to leave.
“Yeah. I canceled my trip to Birmingham. I have to see if they still want me in Atlanta.”
“Who’s playing in Atlanta?”
“No one. I’m supposed to meet with Nathan Forget at USSLRA headquarters.”
This doesn’t sound good. In all honesty, I thought she’d been blowing this whole thing out of proportion. If they’re calling her in for a meeting, then probably not.
“That’s not good.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Tell them about the thing we’re doing. We have nothing to hide. Nothing’s happened that shouldn’t have.”
“Except you’re sitting on my couch right now.”
I stand up. “Tell me who else you have arranged to come and check on you, and I’ll leave.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I’ll wait.”
It’s kind of sad that she doesn’t have anyone.
“My parents will text or call me.”
“Are they back from their trip yet?”
She shakes her head. “They’ll be back in two days.”
