Jo turns her phone over in her hands. She and Alex haven’t seen each other today, but she’s been grinning at her phone nonstop, eyes flicking out the window to gaze across the parking lot to the opposite building where Alex and Greyson live.
“Oh my God, Josephine,” I say when she smiles at her phone again and taps out a quick text. “Go in another room if you’re going to sext your fiancé. It’s grossing me out.”
Jo smacks my shoulder. “I’m notsextinghim, Nina!”
“I don’t believe you. That right there is a sexting face.”
She gives me an exasperated look. “It is not! This is just my usual face!”
“Nope. That’s your sexting face.”
“I don’thavea sexting face! Even if I did, why wouldyouknow what it looks like?”
I hold out my hand. “Come on, give it here.”
She narrows her eyes. “I thought you were grossed out by sexting.”
“I’m not grossed out by sexting. I’m grossed out by the thought ofAlexsexting.”
“He’snotsexting me!” Jo says, and slaps her phone into my palm.
“I’m scared to look at this,” I say, and Jo rolls her eyes.
I’m just messing with her, but when I glance down at the screen, what I see is evenworsethan sexting. “No,” I say, and cover my eyes with a hand. “Josephine, tell me this is a prank.”
Jo hurls a couch pillow at my face. “You’re being a butthead,” she says.
I uncover my eyes. “Love poems?”
Jo’s cheeks turn pink. “They’re songs, actually.”
It’s so sweet that I’m positive a bit of sugar would actually kill me right now. I double over on the couch and pretend to dry heave. “You’re making it so much worse. Stop.”
“I can call Alex and have him come over. I’m sure he’d serenade me in person, especially if he knows it’ll annoy you.”
“Too late. It’s midnight. You can’t see each other until the wedding. It’s bad luck.”
She rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t believe in luck.”
“How can you even say that? You own a restaurant called Serendipitous.”
“That’s different! Fate isn’t the same as luck.”
I gape at her. “Wait. Are you saying you believe in fate now? Since when?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve come around to the idea.”
A notification lights up her phone. The sight of Ollie’s name makes whatever reply I had fall right out of my head. The message is nothing exciting, but it’s the most Ollie thing I’ve ever seen.
Fecking Miami and its fecking traffic.
“What?” Jo says. She leans forward, eyebrows raised in alarm. “Please don’t tell me he’s actually sexting me now.”
I shake my head and pass her the phone. She glances at the screen,then looks at me. “I know where he’s staying. We can go over there now.”
“No way.” I burrow deeper into the couch. “I can wait. It’s your big day.”
“I really don’t mind!”
