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“Keith and I looked at the security footage from last night.”
My face drops.
Dorothy points behind her.
I’m not sure whether I should have known or not but there’s a camera right at the corner of the building pointed right at me. Meaning Keith, Dorothy, probably Brian, and anyone else who wants to see, saw Cutter and I in the parking lot last night.
“Hunky baseball player saved the day for you,” Dorothy says. “Or should I say… saved the night…”
“Stop whatever you’re thinking right now.”
“What? I know what I saw. You and him in the parking lot. Your car not starting. Then he gets his vehicle and brings it over. You take it. He stands here and calls for help. Well, calls to get your car fixed.”
I swallow hard. “He really did that?”
“Yeah,” Dorothy says. “You want to come watch the video? I don’t know who he called or who showed up, but it was a little impressive. A guy came in a van. Like an auto parts van?”
“Well, he got lucky then. Assuming it was just the battery. He didn’t have keys. No way to check it.”
“I think the guy with the van took your battery out and did some tests. I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention to him, if you know what I mean.”
Dorothy’s eyes light up.
“Easy there,” I say.
“Don’t tell me to be easy. I’ll take that baseball player in a heartbeat. He wants to see what a real home run is like?”
“Okay, big deal. Fine. Yes. After the commotion yesterday with aquatic aerobics, I guess Cutter decided to rehab last night. I just so happened to be here too. My time to swim, you know? We were on opposite ends of the pool. It’s not that big of a deal. Just please make sure nobody releases that footage.”
“Releases…?”
“You know, gives it away. Posts it. Sells it.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start with that. But I understand what you mean. I’m sure it’ll be fine. So, what’s the plan now? How does the hunky baseball player get his SUV back?”
I don’t respond. For two reasons. The first - I don’t have a plan right now. The second - I can make a plan by texting Cutter but I don’t want Dorothy to know that I have his number.
“I should get inside,” I say.
“Maybe he should get inside,” Dorothy mumbles.
Obviously not quiet enough.
She and I look at each other and we both laugh.
“Forget I said that,” she says. “That one was too far.”
Most of everything Dorothy says qualifies as too far.
“But, hey, look at it this way,” Dorothy says as she hooks her arm into mine. “You got to spend some alone time at night with a baseball player that looks like Cutter does. Swimming. Bathing suits. Getting wet. Your car won’t start. He fixes it. It’s like watching a movie.”
I stop walking and look at Dorothy. “Time to change the channel to something else.”
We both start to laugh again.
The pool is really quiet today.
Half the lanes are open swim and the other half are laps only.
