What if he’s the chance I should be taking?

I flash back to my conversation with Kevin yesterday, to the questions he posed, to the truth I’ve known all along.

I know what I have to do. I have to do the right thing.

But I can also do the only thing I want for my heart.

Because she’s right. You don’t let a once-in-a-blue-moon man pass you by.

* * *

Flynn

I shoot at a cardboard cutout of a building. Dylan rounds the corner and aims at a guy we know who runs a food delivery app. “Take that,” he mutters, pointing at the guy’s back with his laser gun.

A beam of red light knocks the guy down. The dude falls dramatically and curses at Dylan. My brother simply moves on, hunting the next opponent. He’s a competitive bastard, and I’m playing laser tag with him in his CEO game at Chelsea Piers.

Dylan careens around the corner, taking risk after risk, firing and amassing the most points. That’s one of the things I’ve always admired about my brother. He’s more fearless than I am. He takes more chances.

He was always the one who was willing to jump. I was the thinker in our partnership.

But as I watch him giving his all, playing his heart out, I realize I could learn from him. Like Sabrina said, there’s something to our twin-ness. Maybe I need some of his Wonder Twin power.

When we’re done, I smack him on the back and say, “You’re freaking awesome. You just go for it.”

“Hell, yeah. Balls to the wall. Give it everything.”

As we leave, I power my phone back on, intending to click open my text messages and ask Sabrina if she’s free to see me. I’m ready to go for it. Give it everything.

Once my phone boots up, I find a note from her.

Angel: Could you meet me at Gramercy Park tonight? I hear you have a key.

26

Sabrina

Dear Mr. Galloway,

Thank you so much for the opportunity to write for Up Next. I’m so grateful that you gave me this chance. I loved every moment of working on this piece. I’ve written what I think is a fair and accurate story that dives into who Flynn is and illustrates why he is a next-generation visionary.

I turned in the piece last night, as you know, but in the interest of full disclosure, I need to inform you that while reporting this story I’ve developed feelings for Mr. Parker, and I acted upon those feelings. I would like to tell you those emotions didn’t affect what I wrote. I hope they didn’t, but that is for you to decide.

I want you to know the facts. I will await your decision, and I remain grateful for the opportunity.

Sincerely,

Sabrina Granger

As I read the letter one last time, my stomach swoops, but then everything settles down.

A brand-new calm spreads through me. I’m no longer a caged lion.