Then she looked up. “Also, for the record, you have really nice forearms.”
The crush deepened into something more unsettling. Leo found a note in his lunchbox, written in glitter gel pen: “To the hottest project manager in the tri-county area. Have a good day. – Your secret admirer.” He knew the handwriting. He knew the glitter.
Elena rolled over, grinning. “I know. It’s adorable.”
Leo froze, carving knife hovering mid-air. His wife, Elena, snorted into her wine glass. “Mia, honey, that’s… a weird thing to say.”
“You’re so good with your hands, Dad,” she said one evening, watching him carve the Thanksgiving turkey.
“Elena,” he whispered that night, lying in the dark. “She’s got a dad crush. On me.”