Page 130 of On His Team

“Mhm.”

“Oh my God.”

She starts wiping the counter with a paper towel.

I laugh.

“Stop laughing and help.”

“Help with what?”

“Erasing evidence.”

“What evidence?”

“DNA.”

I stare at her.

She freezes.

Then starts laughing so hard she drops the paper towel. She bends down to pick up her bag and immediately stops.

“Wait.”

“What?”

She touches her hair. “Do I look weird?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth falls open.

I smile. “You always look weird.”

“Fuck you.”

She comes over and shoves me in the chest.

I catch her around the waist.

Gianna laughs and tries to get away.

I kiss her once. Then again. The second one lasts longer. When she pulls back, her smile has changed.

“We should stop.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of us moves.

“Rowan.”

“Yeah?”

“We should actually stop.”

“Probably.”