Page 85 of On His Team

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Panic a little.”

He thinks about that. “No.”

I stare at him through my fingers. “Why are you fine?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t know.”

That lands differently. I swallow. “You didn’t know?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Not even a little?”

“No.”

I narrow my eyes. “That’s kind of embarrassing for me.”

He laughs once. “Sorry.”

I look down at the counter. Then back up. He hasn’t moved.

“So,” I say. “This is awkward now.”

“A little.”

“Great.” I close my eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“I know,” he says.

The warmth in my chest comes back. I press my lips together. “And yet, I still like you.”

His eyes stay on mine.

“I like this,” I correct myself.

“Sure,” he says.

I groan. “Rowan.”

He laughs, and somehow that makes me laugh too.

“Don’t enjoy this,” I tell him.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Oh my God.” I turn and put my forehead against the metal shelving beside the counter.

Cole walks by and looks at me. I look back at him.

“What?”

He slows. “Nothing.”

“Keep walking, Cole.”