She pursed her lips as I winked at her.
But it was true; I’d made an excuse to Penn about not traveling because of the shirts, but instead of working, I’d slept. I’d slept for three days, and healed my heart.
And I felt fucking fantastic, like I could take on the world.
Or at the very least, Jupiter’s army of female fans.
Emerson picked up her coffee and sipped. “Have you spoken to him?”
I shook my head. “No, not yet. I wanted to see him in person, and he’s been away. But I’m going to the game today.”
“What are you going to do?”
I chewed on my lip. It was probably best to have at least one person’s opinion. I put my dirty plate in the sink and ran to get the Fed-Ex box.
I placed it in front of Emerson with a nod. “Open it.”
Her brows dropped a little as she ripped the tape off, then pulled out the contents and held it up.
“Oh my God.”
I cringed. “I know. It’s lame.”
She stared at me, her eyes wide again. Eyes so similar to Jupiter’s my chest suddenly ached from how much I’d missed him, how badly I wanted to see him, and I had to concentrate hard on not crying,
“Are you kidding? It’s perfect! He’s going to lose his shit!”
“You think?” I asked as I rolled my lips. “Lowe’s putting it on the Jumbotron, so you’ll see if you watch.”
“Oh, I’m definitely watching. I’m coming tonight.”
I grimaced, though I guess one more in the crowds wasn’t going to make a difference. “Really?”
“Hell, yes. And I’m bringing everyone I know.”
She laughed at whatever expression my face held, which was mostly wondering if it was too early to start drinking.
Lowe and Beulah grinned down at my chest, so I crossed my arms over it.
“Stop staring will you?”
“No way, this is going to be fucking awesome.” Beulah laughed so hard she nearly fell off her stool. “I can’t believe you’re doing it!”
I groaned. “Please stop saying things like that. I need encouragement before I change my mind.”
I wasn’t going to though. No matter how much I hated being the center of attention, Jupiter was worth more than mortifying levels of embarrassment. I was also only doing this because more than I knew he’d love it, heneededit.
“Sorry, I’m just so excited!” She clapped her hands together and then outwardly composed herself. “Sorry, I’ll be calm.”
“Thanks,” I turned to Lowe. “Is it all set?”
“Yes, first innings. Penn’s requested it be early so that Jupiter starts playing better again.”
“You told Penn?!” I glanced around; I was still here and the ground hadn’t swallowed me up like I’d wished. This was so unprofessional.
“Well, he was going to see it… plus he loves love, and he loves Jupiter almost more than he loves me. He just wants him to be happy. This is seriously cute.”
I scowled at her and looked out to the field. The stadium was full. The KissCam had already been around twice.
