I sighed, kicking my feet onto our new coffee table. “How about I order us a boat of sushi and we open a bottle of wine and put on Housewives of any city?”
“I love you.”
I giggled. “I thought you’d dig that plan.”
“It’s perfect.”
And it was.
But what would be even better was if I heard from Jenner. He lived so close; I could be at his house in eight minutes if I hit every green light.
I wouldn’t do that.
I wasn’t going to call him either.
I was going to make him reach out to me.
“I feel like this is our last moment of freedom,” Monica said. “Come Monday, you’re all business, traveling to Utah soon and deep into the trenches of your new job. I have three interviews lined up for next week. We’re working girls now, baby.”
“We’re so old.”
She snorted. “Right?” She rested her fuzzy pink socks next to mine. “Speaking of old … now that we’re here, what’s your plan? I mean, you haven’t said his name in, like, a day.” She put her hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Very funny.”
“Except I’m serious, Jo.”
I reached for my phone and pulled up the shot that Monica had taken this afternoon when we first arrived. We were on our balcony, the sun shining directly on me, capturing my smile just perfectly.
I showed her the photo and said, “That’s getting posted in the morning.”
“And you’re sure he checks your Instagram?”
I laughed. “Oh, I’m more than positive.”
The timing of his texts told me he’d set up notifications.
Her brows rose, telling me she wasn’t convinced. “So, your plan is to post a pic and just wait?”
“Sometimes, you have to show them what they want, Mon.”
She was quiet for a few seconds, processing what I’d said, and finally replied, “Okay, okay, I can buy that.” She leaned up on her elbows. “What comes next?”
“That’s when I have to get a little creative and give him what he wants.”
“Which is?”
I smiled. “Me.”