Page 89 of Together Again

Diogo mirrored Lucy so they were as close as they could be with a table between them and whispered, “In the supply closet. There’s a spare locker there. The code used to be 1234.”

“1234? That’s a rubbish code.”

Diogo laughed. “It used to be harder, but everyone kept forgetting it, and since so few people knew about it, we changed it.”

Lucy smiled, likely hoping to check out the closet for the locker the next time she was at school. Diogo smiled back at her and then, as if they both noticed how close they were, they both leaned back and looked away.

Fernando was oblivious, Max was livid, and I was laughing to myself.

The pastries were delicious, and the coffee hit the right spot, not to mention Max was stroking my leg absentmindedly under the table. It was so easy right there and then to forget the stress of the day and how we’d thought we’d lost Lucy. I interlinked my fingers with Max’s and squeezed.

We sat in comfortable silence.

“Max,” Lucy said.

“Yes, honey.”

“Can we go home? There’s something I need to tell you.”

I didn’t miss that she’d called Max’s apartment home. I hoped Max hadn’t missed it, either.

“Sure, let’s go then. Fernando, Diogo, are you still up for lunch on Sunday at our place?” Max asked.

“Definitely,” Fernando said, and I noticed Diogo blushing a little harder. The boy definitely had a crush. I would have to have a chat with Max before he went all big brother on Diogo.