Page 33 of Lost Track

How long had she spaced?

Piper pressed her lips together, trying to hide her amusement and failing.

The door to the lounge opened and Shawn walked in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, picking up on the energy in the room.

“Oh nothing. Just Sabine forgetting where she was in time and space.”

“Reeaaally?” Shawn asked, drawing the word out. He parked an elbow on the back of Piper’s chair and they both regarded her with twin expressions of teenage suspicion.

Sabine sighed. “I hope you’re both in theater or drama class because you would be amazing at it.”

“What happened?” Shawn asked, eyebrows bouncing.

“Oh, nothing much. Just a rock star winking at her.”

“Oooooh.”

These two.

“Oh please. It would take more than that to throw me off.”

“And yet.” Piper grinned.

“This reminds me of the time I met Scotty Pippen.”

Piper’s eyes bugged out of her head and she leaned forward. “You met Scotty Pippen?”

No. She had not. In fact, it was one of two basketball players’ names she knew. But that wasn’t the point.

“Yes. And you know what he said?”

Piper shook her head.

“He said, get back to work.”

Shawn chuckled and wandered away. Piper glared and rolled her eyes.

“Not funny.”

Sabine smirked because she disagreed.

With Piper’s attention back on her work, Sabine took the opportunity to glance over her shoulder.

But Dave was gone.

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DAVE

He’d had too much espresso.

Caffeine didn’t affect his mind the way it did others. If anything, it helped him think more clearly.

But it upset his stomach if he had too much.

Which he had.

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