Page 132 of On His Team

“This is ridiculous,” she says.

“You like it.”

“I really do.”

That makes me smile.

She opens the door. Cold air comes in around her.

“Bye.”

“Bye, G.”

She gets halfway down the front steps before turning around.

“Rowan?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be able to walk after tonight, right?”

I stare at her.

She grins and runs toward her car before I can answer.

I laugh and shut the door.

The house is quiet again.

But not for long. Stanley will be back soon, then probably everybody else within the hour. The kitchen looks normal. Two plates are in the dishwasher. The counters are clean because Gianna apparently believes Stanley possesses forensic equipment. My laptop is still open where I left it.

Her hair tie is beside it. I pick it up and set it next to my phone, so I remember to give it back. Then I stand there longer than I need to.

I should probably be moving on with my night, but I’m just staring at the counter, thinking about what happened on there. It was hot. It was fun. Wanting to hook up with her makes sense. She’s beautiful. I like kissing her. I like touching her. Apparently I like losing arguments to her while she’s on her knees too.

The rest of it is less simple.

My phone buzzes.

Gianna: Home.

I smile.

Me: Okay.

Three dots appear immediately.

They disappear.

I laugh alone in the kitchen.

Another message comes through before I put the phone down.

Gianna: Tonight was fun.

I look at that longer than the others.

Me: Yeah.