As Gran would say,Jesus, take the wheel.
Actually,take the whole car, please.
Janie: Hey
She doesn’t hesitate in replying, which gives me some hope.
Skye: hey
Janie: So, I have some news…
Janie: I’ve fallen hard for someone, someone you know.
She reacts to my message with the double exclamation points icon, then waits.
Janie: [selfie with Benedict]
Skye: lol very funny
Janie: Not a joke. Though I can see why you’d think that.
Skye: Seriously?!
Janie: Serious. Very much so.
Skye: Since when?!
Janie: Well we both were attracted to each other and we’d flirted around it
Janie: Then we ran into each other in Vegas for work and hit it off
She doesn’t reply for a hot minute.
I wait, my stomach pulled taut with nerves. If she doesn’t buy this…if she can sniff it out already, just through text, it’s over. I’ll laugh it off and walk away.
As I wait for the three dots to pop up, my pulse does its own popping. I squeeze my eyes shut because I’m really nervous. I’m…actually hoping she believes me.
Because I want the money?
Because I need the money.
Because I want this to be believable? Because I…want to try this crazy idea? With Benedict?
No. Benedict is hardly even relevant. He’s nice and all, but he’s…the wallet in this situation.
That sounds bad.
It is bad!
But I’m willing to do it. Am I that bored?
I’m that scared.
I shudder. I let my life get so out of control, so untethered from the security I held so tightly. So bleak that I’m going to fake-marry for money.
Damn.
My phone buzzes, my stomach flips, my eyes open on the screen.
