“Yep…”
“The roommate’s?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out.
“Thatiscomplicated.” He winces, smiling even still.
“It is,” I say.
“So no Westcliff this year?” he asks.
I shake my head, frowning. “Not this year.”
“Ah, well, we’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss it too.”
“You know, if you wanted to, I bet Henry’s parents would rather have you teaching him. I’ve got a pretty full schedule already, and you could take over his lessons. It’s two hundred bucks a week after the pool rental.”
“Two hundred?” I nearly yell. “For an hour?”
“I’m telling you…” Cam says, reaching down to grab his towel and flipping it over his shoulder. “James has gotcampmoney.”
“I’d love that,” I say. “Are you sure?”
“Just remember me when it’s time to hire for that camp of yours,” Cam says with a wink.
“Absolutely,” I say, smiling back at him.
“I’ll text you the details, then,” he says. “See you around, Win.”
“Thank you,” I shout after him when he disappears from view.
CHAPTER 24
Nineteen Weeks Pregnant. Baby is the size of a mango.
“Ifyoucouldteleportright now, where would you go?” Bo asks me before filling his face with another spoonful of ice cream.
We ran out of questions from the deck a week ago, having fallen into the same routine for the past month of living together. Every evening, we eat dinner, tidy up to the sounds of another record, then ask a question. On the calmer days, when the music is jazz or soft-rock, Bo completes his sudoku puzzle on the couch. Other times, when the music calls for it, he plays air guitar or drums and throws his body around the kitchen for my amusement as I finish cleaning up.
Since we ran out, Bo’s just been making up the questions on the spot.
Thetwenty questions to fall in lovecertainly did what it says on the box.
I’m pretty hopelessly in love with Bo at this point. Platonically, of course.Mostly. The primal, baby daddy hormones sometimes disagree about the platonic part. Usually when he gives me foot rubs while we watch movies, or when his eyes dip down to my cleavage when they probably shouldn’t, or when he… you know…breathesnear me.
Even still, we’ve been on our best behaviour.
“Ooh, good one,” I say, taking the communal spoon from him as he holds the carton out for me. “Somewhere warm and on a beach, for sure. But not somewhere cheap to fly to—since I could just do that myself. Maybe Greece? Yeah, Greece.”
“I was going to say Greece too,” Bo says, taking the spoon back from me. “I want to see the Temple of Poseidon.”
“Sure,” I laugh out. “We’ll go together.”
“Excellent,” he says, his mouth full of ice cream.
“Oh, Doctor Salim called, by the way. The ultrasound is in two weeks.”
