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“Annie,” she says, moving her clipboard to her other hand and placing her new free hand cautiously out to return my formal gesture.
“Sorry to interrupt. Are we still planning to meet?” she asks Adam.
I wave my hand up to Adam, telling him I’ll see him later, although he’s also apologizing and rescheduling with Annie as I step out.
I linger in the hallway for a few minutes until I see her exit Adam’s office.
“Hey,” I greet before she disappears in the opposite direction.
“Hi,” she returns warily.
“So, I think I may have jumped to conclusions, and I guess I shouldn’t have done that.” I rub the back of my neck, a nervous habit of mine.
“Probably not.”
“Yeah.” I stand there awkwardly. “I can sometimes come across the wrong way, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you or your friend.” I’m happy that I ran into her so I can clear the air.
She blinks. “Are you apologizing to me?”
“Yes. I’d like to start over, if possible.”
She’s silent for a moment, and I’m about to add more, but then I hear in a slight whisper, “You were such a dick to me.”
“I know,” I say in a soft tone, matching hers. I also can’t help but add, “I am a good dick, though.”
“Sounds like you’ve said that a few times before,” she retorts in a more confident manner.
“A few,” I admit. My last name is Goodick, after all. “It’s my go-to when I’m a big dick.”
She breaks out in a light laugh, and I’m not sure if she quite forgave me yet, but I don’t think she hates me as much anymore, so I take the small win.
Chapter Five
Annie
I’m freshly showered and ready for the day. I grab an apple from the kitchen as Goldie enters the room.
“Hey! I gave Bryce your phone number. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Nah, that’s fine. It’ll be good to have in case I need it.”
“That’s what I was thinking. Also, one of his teammates asked for it. I said you wouldn’t mind,” she says while wagging her eyebrows up and down, silently saying,get it, girl.
“Um, who?” I don’t love that random men have my phone number, but I guess it could be worse than a hopefully single football player.
“I forget, actually.” Doubtful. Goldie remembers everything. She shrugs and returns to her bedroom, probably so I won’t interrogate her.
I can’t help but wonder if Sebastian asked for it. Who else would it be?
A few hours later, I had my answer: Feet.
At least, I assume it’s Feet because I’m at work when I receive a text from a random number with a hand wave and a foot emoji.
Me: Hi, Feet?
Feet: Who else?
Who else, indeed.
