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She chuckles into the phone. “Good night, Isaiah.”
Kennedy hangs up the phone just as another flash of lightning illuminates the sky.
It’s only then I realize that I kind of forgot about the storm for a bit.
Chapter 8
Kennedy
Isaiah: Meet me in the women’s bathroom by the clubhouse.
Me: Why are we meeting there of all places?
Isaiah: It’s where we first met. I’m being romantic.
Me: You should really stop using my bathroom.
Isaiah: But it’s so much cleaner than ours.
I shouldn’t be surprised when I walk into the women’s restroom and find Isaiah leaning a hip on the sink counter and popping dinner mints into his mouth. I’ve caught him in here a handful of times over the years, after all.
He’s too busy exploring all the privileges of the women’s bathroom to notice my presence, but maybe for the first time while at work, I notice him.
His baseball cap is turned backward, but his too-perfect hair is still making its appearance around the edges.
He’s tall. Ungodly tall.
Then there’s his clothes. Khaki pants that hug his thick thighs perfectly and an olive-green bomber jacket laid over a crisp white T-shirt, showing off the muscles in his chest. His sneakers are a fresh white, with socks too low to tell if they match today or not.
“Hey.”
Mouth full of mints, he finds me standing by the door and that signature smile blooms. “Hi, wifey.”
“I’m regretting this arrangement already.”
He ignores me. “The stadium is filling up and the game doesn’t even start for a couple more hours.”
Makes sense. It’s Opening Day against Minnesota and fans have been itching for baseball to return.
Isaiah eyes my yoga pants, running shoes, and Warriors’ polo. My hair is up in a ponytail and my cheeks are warm from lifting boxes of medical tape and other supplies for the past three hours.
In fact, I haven’t looked any less exhausted all week. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t arrived to the field after seven in the morning, or left before the sun has gone down. And I have a strong suspicion why Dr. Fredrick decided to throw the entire medical staff’s to-do list on my shoulders this week.
“How long have you been here?” Isaiah asks, his eyes crinkling and not from his smile, but instead, concern.
“All morning. Dr. Fredrick decided that Opening Day was the perfect day for me to reorganize the medical supply cabinet. I got here at six.”
“Don’t you guys have interns for that kind of stuff?”
“We do.”
Understanding dawns on him and the typically happy-go-lucky guy seems pissed. “Have you eaten?”
“I’ll be okay.”
“Have you eaten, Kennedy?”
“I’ll grab something in the dining hall after this.”
