Kendra’s PoV
I was the luckiest XX chromosome in the world.
Darkness had draped the world as I got off the bus at Templeton's. Huge butterflies danced in my belly. The good kind. I still had my job and my sanity, but the second I rolled my cart into the locker room, I paused, staring at the empty space.
“O'Shea?” I called down the bathroom hallway.
No response echoed back.
Not even a single hint that the copper-haired Captain had been inside.
All that welcomed me was the messy sea of towels spilled around. Some i***t left an open pizza box and soda cans on a bench.
“Animals.” I mumbled, snapping on my rubber work gloves.
I threw on Dad's ancient Walkman over my head, and pressed play. A sappy serenade blared as I swept the floors.
But the melancholy of the artist's love life c
