Page 16 of Bump and Run

He holds the door open for me. “Get used to it.”

I blink once, torn on whether to genuinely thank him again or issue a snarky comeback. I choose silence instead, nodding softly as I step through the doorway.

It closes behind me and I take a deep breath of cold, crisp, air-conditioned freedom, hoping it chills the dancing nerves inside of me.

My phone vibrates again in my hand. This time, I answer the call. “Hey, Dad.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the athletic center looking for you—” I round the corner and come face-to-face with him. “And I found you!”

He sighs and lowers his phone from his ear.

“Sorry I missed your call,” I say, pulling a lie right out of my ass. “I was in the ladies’ room and—”

“Why are you wet?”

I freeze. “What?”

He juts his chin, gesturing down at my shirt.

Shiiiit. Junior Morgan’s hard, moist chest imprinted on my damn blouse.

“Oh!” I roll my eyes. “I spilled some water on me earlier. Still hasn’t dried yet…”

He shrugs and nudges towards the stairs. “What are you in the mood for? Salad, deli sandwich?”

I frown at his options. “Burgers.”

Dad grins with pride. “That’s my girl.”

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