I don’t hang up.
I don’t want to hang up.
I want to wait for her to hang up.
But she doesn’t either.
Instead, there’s a very long pause, and then?—
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Anything for you, Addie. “My pleasure.”
The line goes dead.
I pull up our text messages and scroll back.
I wish you hadn’t gotten attached. Then we could’ve hung out forever.
I’m attached, Addie. I’m attached, and we’ll still hang out forever.
But in the meantime, I have a boner to rub out and some upgrades to ourCroaking Creaturesdate to plan.
18
Addie
My nerves are on fire.
It’s Thursday.
ThatThursday.
Croaking Creaturesdate day.
What, exactly, does an athletic lady baseball coach wear to a date that’s supposed to be platonic per auction rules but definitely isnotbased on the text messages Duncan and I have been exchanging since our phone call when I was in LA?
You wear what makes you happy.
Is it weird that I hear Duncan’s voice telling me that?
Probably not.
He’s pro-do what makes you happy.
Should I order a burger or a salad from room service?
Do what makes you happy.
Should I get tickets for my family to come to the Fireballs’ next home game against Minnesota?
Do what makes you happy.
Should I tell this guy I’ve been talking to that he’s making me feel like an absolute queen?
Do what makes you happy.
What would make me happy right now is to have this date in my apartment instead of in public, where it’s likely everyone will be staring at us.
