9. Lee

CHAPTER 9

LEE

Lee laughed aloud reading Drew's response. Wizards' indeed. He sent a return message and then tossed his phone on the bed before stripping off his sweat-damp T-shirt. The cool air of the room pushed by the overhead fan swept across his skin and he involuntarily shivered. Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.

A lukewarm shower to rinse the sweat away before he started meal prep went a long way toward making him feel human again instead of a melted popsicle. Noticing the flashing notification light on his phone, he grabbed it and thumbed it on, suspecting a teasing, flirtation retort from Drew.

It wasn't Drew, however, who'd texted him.

Mac:

Hey. It's me. Just taking fifteen at work. Katy has been asking me questions nonstop about you, so you've been on my mind. How'd practice go today?

Hey yourself. It was good. Tiring. Got a little dehydrated and crampy.

Remembering Cutter's instructions, Lee grabbed a bottle of water and added a packet of electrolyte mix, hitting send as he shook it up.

Uh-oh. Hydrate!

I am. I am. LOL

Good.

Btw, possibly scored that internship for Drew. He's sending over his resume now to our med team leader.

Really?! That's great. Ty!

Lee ducked his head, feeling his cheeks heat, and then felt further embarrassed since there was no one to see him blush.

Eh. It was nothing.

Lee, it absolutely was something. Drew's been really worried about having a job somewhere in the sports field. I seriously cannot imagine him stuck in a hospital or nursing home working with senior citizens. He loves being outdoors. If he offers to take you hiking, go. I swear he was a forest ranger in a past life.

:smile: Thank you. I will.

Good. Okay. Gotta go. Boss lady has arrived. **shakes fist at Momma**

Lee finished his orange-lemon flavored drink with a grimace, but re-reading the text messages from Mac and Drew put a smile back on his face. Setting his phone aside, he faced the refrigerator, ready to tackle his next chore: making dinner.