Forty-eight hours later, I still hadn’t gotten my channel back. They knew what was going on and claimed to be doing something. Personally, I didn’t get what the hell there was to “do” other than take it away and give it back to me, but…
I was trying to be optimistic. I had every hope I’d get it back, and if I cried a little between now and then, well, that was part of it. I was worried.
And my elbow hurting didn’t help any either. It didn’t help any at all.
Anyway.
Over the phone, Zac said, “Nothin’,” in a way that sounded… suspicious.
So I asked, “Did you want to come over? Was there something you wanted me to do for you?”
Then his “Mmm. Somethin’ like that. I’ll see you at your place, kiddo. Drive safe,” set alarms going off in my head.
I was already wary when I parked my car and spotted a small crowd hanging around the stairwell myself and three other neighbors shared. The thing was, Santiago rarely had company, and my other two neighbors were only home on the weekend. And today wasn’t a weekend.
I looked around. There wasn’t an ambulance or a firetruck. What the hell were they…?
I sped up, holding my purse and single bag tight in my right hand, watching the group of eight or nine moving like they were trying to get a better look at whatever was on the second floor. A few of them were holding their phones up, either trying to take pictures or record something. I slid through the group of people to get to the staircase.
Sure enough, I was still only halfway up when I heard Zac’s “You’re welcome, sugar.”
But what I wasn’t expecting was the “No problem” that I had spent enough time with now to recognize as CJ’s.
And there was a third voice that sounded familiar.
It was Amari, I confirmed a second later. Because all three of them were on the landing with my neighbor Santiago and three other people I didn’t recognize at all. Two men and one woman.
The woman was holding Zac’s forearm between her two hands, gazing up at him like he was a ten-carat diamond.
He was holding a small plastic bag in the same hand.
But the second I cleared the top step, Zac’s head swung toward me and he nailed me with a big smile and a “Took you long enough, darlin’.”
I smiled at him, eyeing the woman still clinging to him for a moment, and then grinned at CJ and Amari; it was Amari who turned and gave me a hug first, careful not to hit my left arm. CJ and I bumped elbows—well, he bumped my upper arm and I bumped his hip with my good one, but close enough. I slid Zac a look, pretty sure I caught a glimpse of a small frown that he quickly wiped away before he asked, “What? Nothin’ for me?”
I tried not to look at the woman who jerked her hands away from him. Was she a neighbor? I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like it mattered.
Stepping toward him, I reached up and wrapped an arm around his back, feeling a heavy palm cup the back of my neck, his cheek pressing to the top of my head as his other hand landed on my left upper arm and gave it a rub with his warm, dry palm while his bag swayed against me.
“Hi, Bianca.”
Lowering my arm to let go of Zac, I turned my head to see my neighbor. “Hey, Santiago.”
The hand on the back of my neck twitched.
I reached up and set my fingers on his forearm, digging my fingertips in, and mouthed, “Muscle spasm?”
That Disney prince nose wrinkled for a moment before he lifted his gaze, held up a hand over my head, and said, “Sure was nice meetin’, y’all. Thank you so much for all the support. We hope to see y’all at a game in the future. Have a nice day.”
And if that wasn’t my sign to open the door and get inside the apartment, I had no idea what could be.
So that was exactly what I did, catching another glimpse of the people standing around, looking disappointed that Zac had cut their visit short.
A visit I was going to want an explanation for sooner than later.
And it came the instant I unlocked the door and led the three professional football players in.
Zac went right into it as he headed into the kitchen and opened a cabinet while I