Page 129 of On His Team

“Percy can’t.”

Gianna pauses. “Seriously?”

“I tried to teach him. He burned them once and now refuses.”

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“He was pissed for two days.”

“That makes it cuter.”

I laugh and hand her jeans back.

She slides off the counter to put them on. Her tank is missing. We both look around.

“Where did you put it?” I ask.

“I didn’t put it anywhere. You took it off.”

“I handed it to you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did.”

“You absolutely did not.”

We search the kitchen.

I find it underneath one of the chairs.

Gianna stares at it. “How did that get all the way over there?”

“You.”

“I did not throw my shirt six feet.”

“You were distracted.”

She takes it from me.

My phone buzzes on the island.

Stanley.

Stanley: Coming home in like 25.

I show Gianna.

Her eyes widen. “Oh my God.”

“That’s nothing. You accomplished a lot in eight yesterday.”

She laughs, looking around. “We need to clean.”

“There’s nothing to clean.”

Gianna points at the counter. “I was naked there.”