Macey
I was at my desk, talking to one of our social media managers, when my phone dinged with a text. Normally, that isn’t a big deal, but I knew the ding was from Mikey.
I had assigned his number a special ringtone and chime, so I knew it would be him. I thought it would be easier, especially since we were trying to be as low-key as possible right now.
I looked at the time; he should be done with practice. It made sense that he was texting me now.
“You need to answer that?” Kylie asked.
“It’s fine; it can wait,” I told her as we finished discussing what we wanted to post this week for the social media accounts.
Kylie got up and left my office. As soon as she was gone, I grabbed my phone from my desk to see what Mikey had texted.
**MK:** Need to talk, my place or yours?
I stared a
