Addison
FRIDAY MORNING (IT was 11:59, so still technically morning), I grabbed Jake’s card and dialed his number. Goodness, I was nervous. I didn’t know why I was, but I was.
“Addison, you okay?”
Yes, that’s how he answered the phone. It kind of startled me for a second and I apparently didn’t recover fast enough, because he added, “Addison? Say something, or I’m tracking your phone.”
“Um,sorry,” I managed, my stomach flipping out with his endearment. “Ah, I’m fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure. Um, yes. Yes. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. What can I do for you?”
“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go to lunch with me today. I’d like to pay you back for your act of kindness the other day.”
“My act of kindness? You mean the peace offering?”
I smiled, reliving thememory of him in my house. “Yes. So, lunch?”
“You realize it’s noon, right?”
“What time do you typically take lunch?”
“I don’t. I grab a bite when I can, but I usually don’t have time to go to lunch.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Oh, I didn’t realize. I’m sorry. Well, perhaps another time.”
“I’m not sayin’ no, Addison.”
“You’re not?” I asked, all breathy and excited and shit. Gah! I needed to geta grip.
He chuckled. “How about I pick you up?”
“Ah, well, okay.”
