Ximena did the same, holding her phone next to Rosie’s to add her to the invitation.
“Oh, you’ve got your rehearsal schedule already?” Rosie asked, looking at the other woman’s screen.
“Yeah, found out yesterday. All the way through opening night,” Ximena said, pointing at the entries on her calendar.
“Do you mind if I add myself to those?” Rosie asked.
Ximena shook her head and passed Rosie her phone.
“Give me your phone too,” Rosie said, absently tapping Tom’s knee. He moved to comply before he’d really thought about it.
“Wait, why?” he asked when his brain caught up.
“Don’t you want me to know your rehearsal and performance schedule?” Rosie asked patiently. “I’ll add us both.”
“I do, but—”
On the one hand, this was great news, if Rosie was thinking that they’d be seeing each other so much that she’d need toknow his schedule. On the other, making her responsible for his entire life was one of the things he’d caught hell for last time around.
“I can do it,” he muttered, taking all of the phones out of Rosie’s hands. The looks both women gave him were unimpressed, but neither stopped him.
Feeling very conspicuous, Tom went through Ximena’s calendar, adding himself and Rosie as invitees where appropriate.
Was this how she imagined their life? That she was still going to have to make sure he did laundry and went to work and made it to his friends’ baby showers like when he was twenty-two? No wonder she was still skittish on the whole concept.
“Wait, how come Boyd’s invited to the baby shower and I’m not?” Tom demanded when he made it far enough into May and opened the item to invite Rosie. “You told me it was girls only. I would have come.” Tom did good baby shower gifts. He brought onesies with funny expressions on them if the pregnancy had been planned, or big boxes of diapers, if it had not.
Ximena hesitated, scanning the room as though checking who was in earshot, but all the girls were clustered up around the stage and the karaoke machine. Boyd was sitting alone at the other end of the bar, scrolling through a hookup app. As far as Tom knew, Boyd hadn’t gotten laid since arriving on the island, and the other man might actually die if nobody paid attention to him soon.
“Boyd’s mother is flying out for the shower,” Ximena eventually said. “And he’s bringing her.”
“Why’s Boyd’smothercoming?” Tom asked, even more confused.
Ximena paused again. Then she gestured with both hands at her round stomach.
“What?” Tom said.
Ximena raised her eyebrows in exasperation. She pointed again at her bump, then shot her eyes at Boyd.
“Oh my God,” Tom said, catching on. “Ew?”
“Shut up. You are in no position to ‘ew’ me,” Ximena retorted, crossing her arms.
“Youslept with Boyd?” Tom whispered heatedly, leaning behind Rosie to make an appalled face at Ximena. He couldn’t immediately identify the source of his outrage; it wasn’t that he was now one degree away from Ximena, sexually speaking, because if he got exercised about his friends sleeping with each other, he’d have a lot fewer friends, but more that…Boyd! Of all men in the whole world, Boyd?
“Jesus, no. This was a medical procedure,” Ximena whispered back.
Somehow, that didn’t even make him feel better.
“Pretty sure you don’t get an opinion on this one, Tomasz,” Rosie said. She swiveled to give him a cautioning tilt of her eyebrow, and Tom tensed, considering whether she was right.
No. He still had an opinion.
“Boyd!” he said again, covertly gesturing at the man, who was drinking his vodka neat to maximize his alcohol-to-carb ratio.
“You think we could explain to our kid why we chose some random broke pathology intern when we could have had Boyd? A movie superhero?” she asked.
“Why would you even think you couldhaveBoyd?” Tom demanded.
