Perhaps luckily, Sam is way too busy being head over heels in love with Carrie at the moment to do any scheming.
Sam claps. “Attention, everyone. I have an announcement.”
I look up from my spot beside Carrie on the sofa. She passes the phone back to me when Sam pointedly clears her throat.
“Carrie will be moving into the apartment.”
Carrie sits up. “What?”
“Aww,” I say with a big dopey grin. “Youguys.”
“Annie, you’re evicted.”
Now I’m the one at attention. “Wait—what?”
“You’re moving out.”
I turn toward Carrie, mutinous.
“First I’m hearing of this,” she says, holding up her hands. But I can tell by the moony look on her face; she doesn’t hate the idea.
“You can’t just decide this without telling anyone,” I tellSam.
“Yes, I can. It’s my apartment. And we need the bedroom. It’s going to be our sex den,” Sam says, joking. I think she’s joking.
“But then where will I live?”
Sam stares at me like I’m the biggest idiot to ever walk the face of the earth. “Um, with your boyfriend? Where you basically already live anyway.”
Connor has said nothing during this conversation. When I look at him now, he’s biting back a laugh.
Carrie thinks it all over. “No sex den. I want my own bedroom. I can’t keep up with your crazy hours.”
Sam nods. “Done.”
“Hey!” I say, outraged.
“I’m hungry. Should we go out?” she asks, changing the subject.
Carrie perks up at this suggestion. “Let’s go back to that dumpling spot.”
Connor approves. “I’ll message Ben,” he says, pulling his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. “He can meet us there.”
“Excuse me! This conversation isn’t over!” I’m trying to sound stern. Everyone is ignoringme.
“It definitely is,” Sam says, exiting the apartment first. Carrie looks at me and shrugs, then follows Sam out the door.
It’s only Connor who hangs back, peeling off the wall when I stand. He pulls me toward him, his arms around my waist.
“Sorry,” I mumble into his chest. “I didn’t know she was going to do that.”
“Really? She informed me a while ago.” I can hear the laughter in his voice.
I peek at him. “And what did you think?”
“I was surprised,” he says, solemn. “I thought you were already living with me. Your stuff is absolutely everywhere.”
I gasp. “No it isn’t.”
