Page 87 of The Keeper

@OneLastLine:

Happy Monday. Hope you had a good weekend.

@HalfWritten:

Wishing the same for yourself. Mine was… interesting.

I smiled.

@OneLastLine:

Same. I followed your advice and listened to my heart this weekend. Took a step and got more than I expected. I’m feeling giddy.

@HalfWritten:

Giddy? Then I hope he can catch you before you fall with all that twirling.

@OneLastLine:

Maybe I’m hoping he’ll fall with me.

I closed the app before I could overthink it and checked my texts. First was a message from Emily with the week’s logistics. Then a note from Mom reminding me to “keep an eye on Marianna, please.”

And then one from him.

Rogue:

Morning, kitten. Miss you already.

I grinned before I could stop it.

Me:

Morning. Miss you too. Especially after all the dreams I had about you last night.

And that was it. No follow-up. No overthinking. Just… warmth.

June spins her laptop toward me, bringing me back to earth. “Here’s the schedule so far. I built out the posts through Friday, but game-day coverage is still flexible.”

I lean forward, scanning. “This looks great. We’ll tighten the captions, maybe push some teaser reels mid-week.”

She nods, jotting notes as she stands to refill her mug. “Top off?”

“Please,” I say, holding mine out. “And grab two of those fancy brown sugars?”

She grins. “The only reason I still come to this office.”

When she returns, she tops my coffee and drops the sugars beside it.

“Thanks,” I say, stirring. “Hey, did you request tickets for the game yet?”

June freezes mid-sip. “Wait, I can do that?”

“Girl, yes. Emily didn’t tell you? You can request for any match. We have an entire section reserved for family.”

Her eyes widen. “Even away games?”

“Absolutely.”