She waved her finger in a circle. “Something happened. You have this glowy look going on.”
“I do not. Nothing happened.”
Then my phone buzzed.
“That better not be the douche,” she said.
“No, I blocked him.” It’d been five days since I blocked Roger, and the silence had been beautiful. No texts. No messages. Amazing.
“About damn time.”
I glanced down at my phone, surprised to see Gabe’s name.
Gabe: Hey, Dani. It’s Gabe. Gabriel Tucker from the other night. The goalie.
Gabe: Good morning. I hope you had a nice weekend. And start to the week.
Gabe: Did Jensen bother you at all?
Gabe: Do you have a minute? To talk? You’re probably busy. Let me know when you’re available.
Gabe: It’s about Jensen.
Gabe: Okay, that sounds ominous. Just shoot me a text back or something when you have a chance.
“What’s going on?” Belinda asked. “Who is Gabe?”
My head jerked up, almost colliding with her shoulder since she was leaning over me and reading my messages. How the hell had she moved next to me so quickly?
“What the hell, nosey?”
She managed to look chagrined. “Sorry, but what did Roger do, and who’s Gabe? I hope he’s young and hot and studly. He sounds sweet.”
“Fucking hell. Ugh, I need to make a call.”
Her tone turned hard. “What did he do?”
“It’s okay. I’ll fill you in, but I need to make a call first.”
Her expression softened. “You’re okay though, right? Roger didn’t hurt you, did he?”
I sighed. “Just my pride for being such an idiot and dating him in the first place.” I glanced at my schedule. “My break’s at 11:30 today.”
“I have one then too, so let’s plan on it.” She glanced at my phone. “You’re not calling him now, are you?”
“Roger? No. Definitely not.”
“Ooh, so the mysterious Gabe, then. 11:30 can’t come fast enough, and I’m not just saying that because it’s Monday. Well, it’s my Monday.”
I snorted. “Go away, Belinda.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
After she shut my door behind her, I tapped on Gabe’s message.
Dani: Does now work? I have some time before my first client.
Gabe: Sure.
