Page 79 of Play Maker

Me.

His lips twitch, and my heart does that stupid half-flip like it’s auditioning for the cheer squad I never was interested in joining. Not gonna lie, I would have if he had played at Blue Valley High.

Jackson is beside me, handing me a drink napkin. “Should’ve sent a text to tell you we were coming.”

“What?”

“Wipe the drool off your mouth.”

I elbow him. Hard, too. He laughs.

“Did they need a reservation?” I ask, just to seem chill.

“No, but it would’ve saved me the pleasure of watching you scramble like it’s prom night and your crush just walked in.”

I shoot him a glare.

Kolby lifts his chin—barely a nod—before sliding onto a barstool. “Hey, Lo.”

“Hey.”

“You look beautiful.”

“Ooo,” comes from behind me.

I don’t look back. I know it’s Mags.

His eyes smile. “Good day?”

I nod as I grab a glass, fill it with sparkling water, add a lemon, and then set it in front of him. “You?”

“Yeah, except the whole missing you part of it.”

“You missed me?”

“Lo, I’ve missed you all my life.”

I open my mouth and close it several times before I feel my face turn red.

“When you have a minute, I’d like to talk,” he asks.

“She’s got a minute,” Mags says.

“I’m covering the bar.”

She lifts her hands in the air. “I have two hands—I got it.”

“You’re not old enough.” I glare at her.

“I am,” Greer offers.

“Where did you come from?” I ask, sounding just as frazzled as I am.

She smiles. “Go have your chat.”

“Don’t you have to work?” I ask.

“Lo, go.” She winks. “I got this.”

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