Page 39 of Theirs to Hunt
Bobbie side-eyes me.
“He wants to be anonymous.”
“Oooh, is he the Supplier?” I deepen my voice theatrically and wiggle my eyebrows.
She shakes her head, declining to answer.
I give her a beat to fill in the blank.
I know my bestie, and she definitely has the feels for Anonymous.
But when she stays quiet, I know she’s not ready to talk.
That’s Bobbie.
She always puts everyone else first.
It’s a whole thing.
We’ve been working on it for years.
She’ll get there eventually.
Before the silence turns awkward, I recap yesterday while we finish our coffee.
She hasn’t been called away, which is rare.
She almost never gets time to visit at work.
But when I glance at my watch, I realize I’m pushing it.
I hail a cab and kiss her cheek goodbye.
As I slide into the backseat, I’m still thinking about last night.
Pretty sure that was Grayson in the car.
Definitely the asshole who set off the alarm.
Cock blocker.
The taxi drops me off with two minutes to spare.
When I get to my desk, there are two things waiting.
The first is simple.
A white paper bag and a to-go cup from CC’s Coffee House, still warm.
I don’t need to check the label.
One sip tells me everything.
Café au lait.
Extra hot.
Just how I like it.
