Rafael struggles to mask his surprise. “What?” “I’m pretty flexible.” I shoot Cole a soft smile. Rafael’s eye twitches. “I thought you didn’t have any time.” My grin widens. “Turns out my schedule cleared up.” He glares. “How convenient.” Cole’s eyes light up as he pulls his phone from his back pocket. “Does Sunday work?” I nod. “Great. Can I get your number so we can coordinate?” “Of course.” I rattle off my number while Rafael taps his index finger against his straining bicep. My heart matches the beat, the drawn-out thumps filling my ears with a steady whooshing sound.
