Page 90 of Danger

I catch my reflection in the breakroom mirror and nearly wince. There’s a streak of cinnamon above my eyebrow. I fix it as best I can, retouch my lipstick. Then, take off my apron and fold it up, stash it in the cubby, and check my phone.

Two new texts. Both from Danger.

Danger

Fisher was disappointed he had to deal with me this morning

Get any sleep?

Not much, thanks to a certain bull rider who kept me up most of the night talking inside his truck until he brought me home at 4:00 a.m.

Winnie

Barely but thank you for stealing my morning chores

You might’ve earned hero status

Danger

I’ll take it

Didn’t even break a sweat

Winnie

You broke a sweat last night

Danger

Wow. That’s what you’re calling it now?

Told you never to talk about that

Winnie

Fine

I’ll just replay it in my head…

Danger

Replay what exactly?

Winnie

You know what

Danger

You’re thinking about my ?? right now aren’t you?

Why yes. Yes I am. But admit that? Never.

Winnie

You wish

Danger