Page 140 of On His Team

My entire body goes still. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm.”

“Lucy.”

“I’ll keep Benson busy.”

I recoil. “Ew.”

She laughs so hard she has to shut the door.

I stand in the apartment alone. Silence settles around me. Then I slowly look toward my phone.

No.

Absolutely not.

I last maybe seven seconds.

Me: Lucy’s staying at Hawthorne tonight.

Rowan replies almost immediately.

Rowan: Okay.

I stare at the screen, and I actually have to put the phone down. I walk to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I grab water and drink half a cup. I walk back to my phone and look at the screen. Nothing. Nothing?

Me: Rowan!

Rowan: What?

I type harder than necessary.

Me: My apartment is empty.

Eight seconds.

I count.

Rowan: Oh.

My mouth falls open.

Me: Are you fucking serious?

Rowan: What?

Me: You’re so annoying. Get over here.

His answer comes immediately this time.

Rowan: What do you want to eat?

I smile. Then, because apparently sexual confidence has destroyed the last functioning part of my brain.

Me: The thing between your legs.

The phone rings.