Page 18 of Lost Track

All eyes came to her as she spoke, and she hesitated when she glanced in Sunshine’s direction.

Recognition flared in his gaze.

Involuntarily she smiled.

It was a slip for which she was not known. Sabine was quite capable of just being the hired help and perfectly invisible.

But then he smiled back, and she may have sighed just a bit.

“Uh,” she stuttered, forgetting her next lines. “Wings and beer sound good?”

Sunshine sat up and leaned forward, trying to catch her eyes again.

He was in a gray hoodie again—possibly the same one from the other day—dark jeans, and white sneakers. His hair had been cut very short compared to the pictures she’d seen of him online. The tattoos on his hands stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin and she found her gaze darting from his hands to the sun at his throat to the rose near his eye.

Apparently, she had completely forgotten all of her training because when her gaze finally tangled with his again, she couldn’t look away.

“Wait,” he said, eyes sharp. “Are you…? Is it a small world?”

She coughed a small laugh and nodded. “Seems to be.”

Please don’t bring up the tube man incident.

“You know her?” the companion to Sunshine’s right asked. He was in a white button down and dress pants. His sleeves had been unbuttoned and rolled up exposing strong forearms. The dark hair on his arms matched the jet black short-styled hair on his head. He looked like the kind of guy who was comfortable in a suit. Like her brother. Like the way she was comfortable in her “teacher” clothes. It was all just part of the uniform.

Sunshine shook his head. “We haven’t been formally introduced but we keep running into each other.”

“Really.”

The flat declaration, not question, had Sabine’s gaze bouncing to the companion who had narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion.

Someone else didn’t believe in coincidence it seemed.

Before Sabine could even attempt to explain how and why, Sunshine beat her to it. Which was good because the words out of her mouth were probably going to be, “He took my shirt off.”

“She works for a friend of mine.”

“What friend?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Sabine suppressed a smirk. The companion was less than pleased.

“No, Iwillworry about it because someone needs to worry about it. Now, missy, what’s your name?” he demanded.

“Shut up, Max.” The other friend entered the conversation.

Sabine let her attention be taken from Sunshine’s sleepy smile to the companion on his left. He wore an off-white cable knit sweater that showed off his black skin. His head was shaved smooth and he had a perfectly groomed goatee. The sleeves were halfway pushed up his forearms revealing a gold watch on his right wrist. His pants were dark, she couldn’t tell if they were jeans or slacks. His legs were bent in such a way that he looked tall, even sitting down.

Did she mention the sweater?

Cable knit.

It was gorgeous.

It looked soft and thick, but his muscles were so massive that even the thick sweater couldn’t hide the bulging biceps and rounded shoulders.

For a second, she thought it was Terry Crews sitting in her VIP Lounge. Which, okay, yeah, she didn’t get excited about celebrities.

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