Page 6 of Even Beneath the Stars

Mission accomplished.

I lift a brow and sink into the desk chair, swiveling to face the dusty monitor. My fingers tap across the keyboard, like I’m inputting vital data—when in reality, I’m typing out the lyrics toYou’re So Vaininto a blank Google Doc.

"Are you seriously ignoring me right now?"

The computer fan whirs. A bead of sweat rolls down my neck—this AC unit is losing a valiant battle against the summer heat. I hum under my breath, "Working."

"Real professional," Xavier scoffs.

I lean in, squinting at the screen like I’m decoding nuclear launch codes. The chair creaks.

He exhales sharply through his nose.

Stew in your privilege, Rockwell.

A few minutes later, Bree strides in, all business in her crisp manager’s polo and khaki shorts. "Alright… what seems to be the problem?" Her gaze lands on Xavier, and the way she halts in her tracks is eye-roll inducing. "Xavier… Rockwell," she practically stammers. "Oh—h-hi!"

This is the most flustered I’ve ever seen straight-laced, no-nonsense Bree Crawford.

Xavier explains the situation, his irritation evident in his clipped tone. And Bree's eyes keep darting between us, clearly torn.

"I see," she says, biting her lip. "I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, Xavier… but we have strict pick-up policies. Even for… well, especially for families like yours."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes.Families like his?Puh-lease.

Bree continues, "I wish we could make an exception, but I'm sure you understand. The childrens' safety and parents' peace of mind are our top priorities."

I swear she’s quoting the Kids Club policy handbook verbatim.

Xavier’s jaw tightens, but he nods.

Bree turns to me. "Maggie, did you offer to call someone on Finn’s approved list?"

Before I can answer, Xavier cuts in. "No, but shedidgive me some fantastic fashion advice, so we’re all good."

A sharp, white-hot prickle runs up the back of my neck, and I force myself to exhale slowly.I literally suggested he call his mother.

Bree’s eyes dart between us, scrambling to smooth things over.

"Again, I’m so sorry, Xavier. We’ll make sure your mother adds you to the list next time she's in. For now, would you like us to call someone else from the list?"

"It’s fine." He’s already dialing, stepping away to make the call.

Bree gives me a look that clearly says we’ll be talking later.

I rein myself in from glaring at Xavier.Thanks for that, Richie Rich.

I busy myself tidying the desk as Xavier leans against the opposite wall, scrolling through his phone again. Bree finishes up something on the computer, and then the two of us wait for him to say something.

When he doesn't, Bree eventually clears her throat. "Uh, so… did you reach your mother, or—"

He looks up, expression unreadable. "Denise is on her way."

I huff out a quiet laugh. "Mommy’s P.A. saves the day."

I freeze.Did I just say that out loud?

Xavier and Bree both snap their heads toward me.

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