“You worry too much. It’ll be fine.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You should invite Daddy Dom. It’d be great to finally meet his psycho ass.”
“I did,” I hedge.
“And?”
“He doesn’t want to come.”
“Why?” Mia asks, indignant. “I throw the best parties.”
“It’s just not his thing. Anyway, his perpetual scowl would scare everyone.”
“Good point. I can’t have him mean-mugging our guests.”
Dom hasn’t been over, and I’ve only stayed the night at his place twice this week. He became somewhat distant after we came back from the island. Though Friday is the last day for interns, technically summer doesn’t end until September. So we still have a month and a half together. By then he’ll realize we’re good for each other. Our relationship is violent… unconventional, but I love him. I wouldn’t dare say those words to him, though. The old adage is true—love does hurt, but it’s a hurt so sweet. All I can do is hope for the best.
“Patrick wants to come.”
“Definitely no.”
“Please, Mia.”
“It’s an adult party.”
“Have a heart.” I pout.
“All right.” She sighs. “But I’m giving him the boot if he causes any trouble.”
“Deal.”
“Where are the Ritz crackers?” Mia scans the shelves. “Shouldn’t they be in this aisle?”
“It’s the next one.”
We make our way over to the carb-laced snack.
“I can’t believe classes start in a week. I’m so not prepared.”
“I am.”
“You would be, nerd.”
“A title I gladly accept. Thanks for the compliment.”
“I’m having fun before responsibility kicks me in the heinie.” Mia plucks a box of crackers off the shelf and tosses it into the cart. “So tonight, I’m getting super drunk and riding some dicks.”
“I’m not cleaning up your vomit.”
“Yes, you are, because you wuv me.” She kisses my cheek.
“Yeah, yeah.” It’s good having Mia back, even though she’s a handful. “What else is on the list?”
“That was the last thing.”
We head to the cash register.
