The Captain that was never mine
Her mouth actually fell open.
Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends.
“Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.”
I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.”
Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?