Page 83 of Comeback
I flip him off as I walk backward toward the bathroom to shower and get ready. Maybe I should be concerned about how excited I am to spend the day doing manual labor, but I’m not. Sabrina will be there.
As Brogan predicted, a lot of the guys on the team show up to help. We’re standing in a parking lot two blocks down and we’re getting more than a few looks from people trying to figure out what’s happening. I wouldn’t say people instantly recognize us around the city, but if you put six or seven big dudes in one area, it just sort of draws the eye.
“Go ahead,” Brogan says to me with a grin. “We’ll wait for Tripp and Merrick.”
“It’s cool. We can all go together.”
He laughs, probably picking up on the excited energy that is making it hard for me to stand still. Grinning, he hands me one of the extra coffees we picked up on the way. “Go say hey to your girl.”
“Thanks.” I lift the cup and then head up the street to the studio. My pulse picks up speed the closer I get. The door is open, and music plays from somewhere inside.
Sabrina has her back to me, both hands gripping the end of a long paint roller as she works on rolling the white paint onto a wall. She shakes her hips from side to side as she works.
I step inside and take her in. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a baggy T-shirt that nearly hides the small shorts underneath.
While I’m trying to decide how to get her attention without scaring her, she turns to dip the roller into the tray on the floor.
Her mouth opens and pulls into a smile before she says, “Hi.”
I tip my head to her. Fuck. Twenty-four hours and I forgot how beautiful she is. I clear my throat. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s our day off. I thought you might need some help.”
“I can think of a lot better ways to enjoy your day off.”
“True, but you’re not there.”
She laughs and a slight blush pinks her cheeks. Sabrina’s gaze drops to the coffee in my hand. “Is that for me?”
“Yeah.”
I hand it to her, and she takes it in one hand and with the other fists my T-shirt and tugs me forward. She presses her lips to mine in a chaste kiss, but lets her mouth linger there after as she says, “Thank you.”
I kiss her again. “You’re welcome.”
She pulls back but continues staring at me. “I missed you last night.”
She was only home for about an hour between working here and going to Lilac and I had to share her with Brogan and London. I don’t know how I’m going to get some time alone with her, but it’s a top priority.
“Same. I tried to stay awake, but I guess I passed out.”
“It was late. The rock gods were going strong.”
“You could have woken me up.”
“I wasn’t sure if we were there.” She looks adorably bashful. An uncertain Sabrina is something new.
“You weren’t sure if we werewhere?”
“A place where I can sneak into your room at night. We haven’t even been on a date.”
“Baby, you can sneak into my room any time you like.” But she’s right. She deserves a real date. I steal another kiss, dropping my hands to either side of her neck.
The vibration of footsteps and the low noise that sounds like someone is clearing their throat has me pulling back sooner than I’d like.
I glance over my shoulder to see Brogan, Tripp, Merrick, Cody, Slade, and even a couple of new rookies standing in the doorway of the studio.
