I nearly cried at this thoughtfulness. “And she’s okay with that?”
“Yeah, she’s totally okay with that.”
“God, you have nice friends.”
“I do. They’re the best.”
“Would you do that for them?”
“In a fuckin’ heartbeat,” he said immediately.
“How do you find friends like that?” I mused.
“You already have.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m keeping you, therefore, so are they.”
I chuckled. “That easy, huh?”
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it easy, but you’ve got ’em if you need ’em.”
“Well, that’s really sweet, Gio.”
“Just speakin’ the truth, Fizzy.”
I let the warm fuzzies settle in my stomach before getting back to the subject at hand. “Okay, what should I wear, Gio? Give me some kind of hint.”
“Classy casual. Jeans are good, but maybe not shorts.”
“It’s too cold for shorts,” I pointed out.
“You never know. You might be crazy.”
“You havenoidea.” I laughed. “Okay, nice jeans. Got it.”
“Are you good?”
“In what regard?”
“You okay with me and Katie pickin’ you up?”
“Oh, right. Yes, I’m fine with that. I’ll text you my address.”
“That’d be great,” he said. “We’ll pick you up at six.”
“Perfect.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Lookin’ forward to it, beautiful,” he said.
I blushed. “Me too, Gio.”
We rang off and I made my way to the bathroom to shave all the things.
