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A laugh tickles my ribs. I think I love this woman. “Is there anything Damon doesn’t tell you?”
She flaps a hand. “Hardly. But don’t worry. I won’t make a big deal out of your romantic waterfall sex session.”
“Keep it down, will you?” I hiss, glancing down the hall to check if we’re alone.
“I’m jealous, to be honest. Well, not of you and Damon—because no offense, but ew.” I grin as we step into the metal box. “But because I was forced to hang out with Miss Vapid Social Media Influencer instead of banging my husband’s brains out.”
“We appreciate you covering for us,” I say sincerely. Brandi may be a mess in many ways, but she’s been one of my only friends this trip, and I’ve added her to a long list of things I won’t be forgetting.
Her green eyes sparkle. “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
The doors open to the front lobby, and I’m yanked behind her once more.
“Come on. Damon said you’re to be spoiled rotten, and I get to reap the bennies.” She stops to grab my bag off my shoulder and rifles through it until she finds the spa voucher.
Waving it in front of my face, she smirks. “Let’s get pampered.”
* * *
Feeling revived after two hours of massages and facials, Brandi and I approach the same sports bar where I hung out with Damon and his co-workers. It’s hard to believe that was close to two weeks ago. We’ve spent every moment together since, but it still feels like yesterday.
Brandi raises a brow when she finds a folded card on top of the bar. “Have a beer on me,” she reads before flicking it toward me. “I bet Damon would want me to have one too, yeah?”
“Without a doubt.” I grin, sliding up next to her in a stool.
A male bartender beams at us as he places down two napkin squares. “Hey, ladies. How we doin’?”
“Great!” Brandi blinds him with a brilliant smile. “We were sent by Damon Carlisle. I believe you have something for us?”
He thinks a moment. Snapping his fingers, he says, “Ah! For Kate?”
“And Brandi.” She stretches up on her tiptoes to lean over the bar.
“You bet. Give me just a sec.”
When he returns with two beers and a baseball cap, Brandi swipes her bottle off the counter and then spins for the door.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” I call after her.
“I’m not sticking around to watch you two make googly eyes at each other.” She takes a sip of her beer, then tips it toward me. “Catch ya on the flip, sister.”
And then she’s gone.
“Thanks,” I say to the bartender as he moves back down the bar.
On the front of the cap is a red-and-navy embroideredA. “Where did he find this?”
Another neatly folded note plops into my lap as I turn my new Braves hat over. I carefully unfold it, anxious to see where I’ll be going next.
Dodgers > Bravesit reads.
My laugh is cut short when Damon’s voice sounds startlingly close to my ear.
“Of all the things I like about you, your laughter is by far my favorite.”
I turn my face into his, noting when his gaze drops down my loose tee to zero in on my lace-clad cleavage. “Okay, maybe favorite is too generous a word.”
Damon’s hazel eyes spark with mischief when I give him a playful shove. He’s handsome in a simple T-shirt, shorts, and of course—a Dodgers hat.
