Swing (Landry Family #2)(13)

“Landry” she breathes, just as her desk phone rings. Her lips are pressed together, obviously torn about what to say next.

“Take it,” I say, smirking. “I was just leaving anyway.”

“I . . .” she says as I turn my back and head out, leaving her hanging.

Let’s see what you do at the plate, Dani.





Danielle

TURNING THE CORNER AND IGNORING a passing car with a driver laying on the horn, I make my way down the cobbled sidewalk and into the Smitten Kitten. Pepper looks up as the chimes alert her of my arrival.

“I HOPE YOU want soup,” she says, sitting a paper bag on the counter. “I had this dream last night about clam chowder. Weird, I know, but I woke up and had to try it, and it is delish. I can’t even lie.”

Plopping my bag on the floor in front of the counter, I fork over my credit card. “I bet it is.”

“No, this one is it, Danielle. The flavors married so well. I hope you love it.”

“I’ve never met a Pepper soup I didn’t like.”

She runs my card through the machine then zooms off to refill a customer’s coffee cup. Sorting through my bag, I find my wallet . . . right next to Lincoln Landry’s. My hand stills over them side-by-side beneath my car keys.

His luxe brown leather lies next to my pink and yellow floral print. They touch barely on one corner and I can’t help but think of all the metaphors that could be made out of that.

I slide my card into mine, feeling the buttery texture of Lincoln’s as I do. It’s smooth against my skin, the rich material oozing opulence. It’s the best leather. My father had one similar.

“See you tomorrow,” I tell Pepper as I pull the front door open, my mind still on the baseball player.

I tried to run him down as soon as I saw his wallet perched discreetly behind a picture frame on my desk, but he was gone. Considerations were made about leaving it with security, but all it would take would be for someone to realize exactly who it belongs to and who knows what would happen. I also couldn’t leave it in my desk for fear of it getting stolen. So into my purse it went. Now it feels both like a responsibility and an opportunity as I lug it through the parking lot and into the backseat of my car.

Pulling out onto the road, a call rings through the car. I press the button on the steering wheel to answer.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Hey, you!” Macie’s voice sings. “How are you?”

“Good. Just grabbed dinner and heading home.”

“Smitten Kitten?”

“Yeah,” I laugh.

Macie scoffs through the line. “Seriously, Danielle. Expand your horizons a little bit.”

“I like it,” I pout. “It fits into my routine. I know Pepper. I like her food.”

“You’re comfortable there,” Danielle cuts in.

“That too.”

“Well, I have something to break you out of your comfort zone.” The tone of her voice pulls at a knot in my stomach. “My friend, Jules, is starting a nonprofit here in Boston. I told her about you and your experience with management and kids and scheduling and stuff.”

Piloting my car into my driveway, I pull into the garage and cut the engine. “How is she?” I think back to the stories Macie has relayed about Julia Gentry and her family. It’s crazy what they’ve been through, yet she seems to march on. I wish I had half her strength.

“She’s good. She’s always good. Strongest woman ever. I told her you might be interested in working for her.”

“Maybe. We have a budget hearing coming up, so that might work out great,” I wince. “I think we’re going to lose some funding and no one is safe when that happens.”

“I’ll let her know I asked.”

“So,” I say, moving the conversation along, “I had something interesting happen to me today, and I need your advice.”

“Go on.”

Envisioning her getting comfy in her chair, waiting to spill her thoughts on my life, I laugh. The kitchen lights are bright as I drop my bag on the counter.

“Okay, so Lincoln came back in today.”

“See this face? Well, you can’t, obviously, but if you could, you’d see I’m so freaking green with envy! I’d never tell Will this because he’d go all alpha-crazy if I brought up a thing such as a Hall Pass, but Lincoln would be mine. I can’t help it. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours looking at his pics online.”

The chair squeaks against the floor as I pull it out from the table and collapse into it. I picture her boyfriend, Will Gentry, a man I’ve met once before, being told that Macie wanted a Hall Pass. I laugh before I can stop myself.

“What?” Macie asks.

“I’m imagining Will’s face if he overheard this conversation.”

“I’d be bent over this chair. Come to think of it, maybe I should let him hear . . .”

“Anyway, so Lincoln was back today to paint with a boy named Rocky.”

If a pin dropped on the other side, I could’ve heard it.

“Macie? Are you there?”

“Yeah,” she draws out. “I’m trying to figure out why a man like him was painting with a kid today. On a day’s notice.”