"Um, Ryan said you would have a key for his place. At least I think that's what he said. He's on some weird drugs right now." Andy shrugged. "I just wanted to get a few things for him for the hospital."
She gave him a skeptical look. "And how do I know you're not scamming me?"
He gave her a small smile. "He blamed the bagel you gave him this morning for his current digestive issues."
"When did he say that?"
"In the car ride over to the hospital. He said, 'I bet it was that fucking bagel Sydney gave me.' And then he complained about your constant lack of donuts, which, as his team's trainer, I actually appreciate."
He gave her a small smile and she would've appreciated the compliment if today was any day other than today. Instead, all she could do was shake her head. That bastard next door was never going to let her live this down. She pushed herself off the door jam and grabbed the key chain she had unceremoniously thrown on her end table, resigned to the fact that her bath would be delayed.
"Let's go."
Buried Treasure was voted second runner up, series contemporary, in the Washington Romance Writers' Marlene Contest (2016)
Due in 2018
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