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.”
