“Okay, just give me the shirt and shut up,” I said.
Zoe tossed the shirt to Eva.
“Tell us what this is,” Eva said.
“Fine. It’s Maverick’s lucky shirt.”
“Lucky shirt?” Zoe asked.
“I think it’s completely stupid,” I said. “But he wears this shirt for games and whatever else. He thinks it’s lucky. I made him take it off and then I put it on and we…”
Eva smelled the shirt. “Oh, I smell sex.”
“Give me the shirt,” I said. “I have to get in touch with Maverick and figure out what to do.”
“Over a shirt?” Zoe asked.
“I already said I think it’s stupid,” I said.
“But you’re going to go out of your way for this guy,” Eva said. “Whoa. That’s a big step for you.”
“Here I thought we were losing you again,” Zoe said. “Because you were suddenly afraid of having your own photography business. Because you have someone like Chelsea who owes you and is willing to help you get busy.”
“We’re talking about two things at once here,” I said. “First thing I need to do is get that shirt back to Maverick.”
Eva tossed me the shirt and hurried out of the bathroom.
Okay, fine, I talked to Zoe and Eva about Chelsea’s offer to help me. I confessed I wasn’t sure about that kind of workload. It was a big commitment to make…
I shut my mind up and I texted Maverick.
I have your lucky shirt. It ended up in the bathroom on the floor behind my hamper.
Zoe and Eva were right behind me.
“I like how worked up you are,” Zoe said. “You really like this guy.”
“Shush,” I said.
Maverick texted me back.
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. I took the shirt off you before we got into the shower together. That’s when you got down on your knees and-
I hurried to close the text thread.
“I saw that,” Eva said. “On your knees in the shower, huh?”
“Doesn’t the water bother you?” Zoe asked.
I sighed. “You have him stand in the spray so it hits his back.”
“Oh, that’s sexy,” Zoe said.
I walked away from my friends again.
I don’t need a recap, Mav. It’s your lucky shirt. Don’t you need it for the game? How can I get it to you?
When I looked back at Zoe and Eva, they were practicing on each other as though one was a guy standing in the shower.