Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love
I say, though the question feels strange coming from him, Tom always wanted me out of the way.
He nods once, then heads toward the tunnel, I watch until he disappears, my chest tightening around something I can’t quite name.
As soon as he’s gone, Riley drifts closer, her heels digging into the turf, mouth curled into a polite, false smile. “Enjoying the show?” she asks, her tone light but her eyes sharp as glass.
“Very much,” I say, keeping my voice even, though my heartbeat stumbles.
“You’ve been busy,” she says, her gaze flickering toward the tunnel Flynn disappeared into. “Funny, isn’t it? How someone can just appear out of nowhere and suddenly be everyone’s favorite?”
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