“Oh? Why not?”
The velvet edge of his voice sends shivers down my spine when he responds. “I was missing a certain someone.”
“Oh, you were, were you?”
“Mm-hmm,” he breathes. “When are you moving in?” The words are serious, but his tone is lightand teasing.
“I’m not moving in!” I retort, pouring the hot water over the coffee grounds. I dig a spoon out of the drawer and give them a stir.
“I know, I know,” he says. “But I leave for Austin on Saturday. Want to spend the night Friday? That way I can help you haul stuff over.”
“I’m quite capable of carrying my own things,” I say, though warmth blooms in my chest at the offer.
“Oh, I know. I’ve seen those biceps. I’m just trying to make myself useful.”
Millie exits her room, catching my eye. I suppose staying with Cam for one night before he leaves isn’t a big deal.
“Okay.” I hip check Millie and mouthmorning boo.
“Okay.” His tone is so chipper his happiness seeps through the phone. “I’ll let you go. Have a great day.”
“You too.”
“Oh, and have a great time at spin with Claire tomorrow.”
“H-how’d you know?” I stammer.
He laughs. “She already texted me.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “She seems like the type of gal who will dish all your embarrassing moments to me.”
“Oh god,” he buzzes. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“It’ll be fine!” I assure him, though I make sure to add a hint of mischievousness to my tone just to mess with him. “Goodbye,Cameron.”
“Goodbye,Josefine.”
Millie slowly slides the plunger of the French press down, trapping the grounds at the bottom, then pours us each a cup. She hands one to me before pouring a ridiculous amount of sugar into hers. “How was your date? You were already asleep when I got in last night. I hope that doesn’t mean it was terrible.”
“It was really sweet.” I slide into a seat at the little table offthe kitchen, and she follows. With my knees tucked into my oversized shirt and my feet flat on the chair, I take my first sip. “Cam’s leaving for Texas, and I think I’m going to stay at his place while he’s gone. What do you think?”
Her face remains passive. “How long will he be gone?”
“Two weeks, I think.”
She rubs her lips together in contemplation, and by the sparkle in her eye, I think she approves.
“Sounds good, boo.” She pops up and grabs two cartons of yogurt from the refrigerator, then two spoons from a drawer.
I honestly thought she might have more questions. I tear open the foil top and give it a good lick. “What will you do without me for two weeks?” I tease.
“First of all, I can record a scene without being interrupted.”
“That was one time!” I cry. “I thought you were being attacked!”
“Sometimes it be like that.” She laughs, and so do I. Yeah, so I may have burst into her room thinking someone was strangling her, only to find her with giant headphones on, moaning into the mic.
“Plus,” she continues around a mouthful of yogurt, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll invite Sam over while you’re gone.”
