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Fuck, I needed to get out of here before I embarrassed the hell out of myself and her.
“Hey, Coach, you wanna play?”One of the boys I recognized from camp called to me from the table.
“Hang on, guys, I’ll be over in a second.”
“Miss Erin,” another teenage girl walked over, “we’re ready to start book club when you are.”
Erin looked at me and shrugged.
“Sorry.”
I nodded.“You’re busy.I’ll let you get back to work.”
I could tell she wanted to say something else, but it was there and gone in a split second.Her smile dimmed a little as she looked back at me.
“I guess I’ll see you around then.”
Absolutely.I just needed to get my shit together and figure out what I was going to do with her.
“I’ll see you soon.”
ChapterTwenty-Two
Second week of camp
Erin
I spentthe next few days replaying Thursday night and the minute I’d spent talking to Rebel.
I hadn’t seen him since then, at least not to talk.
I’d dropped off lunch Friday at the arena, but I’d been running late.Rebel had still been working with one of the kids when I’d left.The bakery had been mobbed Saturday, and I was exhausted by the time I cleaned up and left for the night.When I got home, I considered texting him but fell asleep on the couch and didn’t wake up until midnight and went to bed.
And dreamed about Rebel.
I woke up sweaty and horny.I considered texting him Sunday to ask if he wanted to get together.But I didn’t want that dream to influence any decisions I might make.And every time I was around Rebel, my brain felt like some had stuck a whisk in there and scrambled it around.
Since I’d lived most of my life with my brain stuck in a whirlwind, I knew this was different.IlikedRebel.I more than liked Rebel.And that was a problem.I wasn’t sure how he felt about me.
Ugh.I felt like the awkward teenager I’d been fifteen years ago.And it was only going to get worse.My mom would be here in half an hour.
Yay.
Not.
Now the guilty hit.I should be happy to see my mom.And I was.I just knew I’d be exhausted by the time she left, no matter how long she stayed.
“Top me off, kiddo.Need a little more caffeine to deal with my daughter.”
Granddad sat at a table in the bakery, waiting for my mom to make her appearance.Most of the breakfast rush had come through already and only a few tables were taken.Great.Something else for Mom to comment on.
Okay, get a grip.
I gave the refrigerated case another swipe with glass cleaner to make sure it gleamed, then turned around to make sure all the tables were clean and there was nothing on the floor.
“Sweetheart, take a load off.The place looks great.There’s nothing to criticize.”
I snorted.“Have you met my mom?”
