“Seriously?”
“Seriously. When can you start?”
I rub the back of my neck.
“When do you need me?”
“Tuesday. Practice at eight.”
I grin, then laugh.
“Uh, yeah. I can do that.”
“What do you do for work these days, anyway?”
“I’m recently on the market, as it were.”
I head back to my Mom’s, practically floating inside.
Mom glances up, her eyes softening.
“Well. Someone looks happy.”
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I got some good news.”
“You want to tell me?”
I shake my head.
“Not yet.”
Because there’s someone else I want to tell first.
I collapse onto my bed and I’m about to send her a message, but first I open Instagram for some reason, and look up Elena’s profile.
And there she is.
Poolside, but not at Cabo.
She’s at Harper’s luxury apartment indoor pool, with the skylights overhead and the city glowing behind the glass.
Elena’s in a bikini that looks like it was personally designed to ruin me.
Her wet hair, and curves are on display, and she’s radiant, laughing at something Harper said.
I mean I assume Harper is the other one in the photo with her. Who else?
She looks unreal, confident, and hot as hell.
The caption reads:
“Pool day… needed it ”
My chest tightens.
Maybe I’m reading too much into things…but that’s a single person’s post.
A free person’s post.
