“We know about your past. Zoya doesn’t keep secrets from us.”
I stare at the ground, still not used to this level of vulnerability—of accountability.
“We can be on your side too. If you’re willing to swallow your pride and allow us to help you. We can help you get a job, but you’ll have to do it well to keep it. And as far as what to expect with Juni’s health or Zoya’s career decisions, none of that is certain. We’re just taking it a day at a time.”
I rest my hand on my hip and nod several times. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, looking him in the eye. “I can take it a day at a time too. And I’d appreciate you putting in a good word forme if I find a job I’m qualified for. That’s basically a mechanic position. I’m out of the muse business.”
Bodhi grins. “Fair enough.” He nods toward the trail, and we keep jogging up it.
I’ve never spent time contemplating my life or my pride, probably because I’ve never had a reason to. Zoya’s a pretty damn good reason to rethink literally everything in my life.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
June
“Has anyone seen my boyfriend?”I ask with a huge yawn while shuffling my bare feet along the limestone floor to the dining room table.
Mom and Grandma look up from their plates filled with fruit and some sort of vegetable hash.
“I heard your dad talking to him. I think they went for a jog,” Mom says, smirking behind her coffee mug.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, sitting in a chair, hugging one leg to my chest under my nightshirt.
“I love how a few days ago, we didn’t dare mention Flynn’s name, and now you’re casually asking the whereabouts of yourboyfriend.”
I bite into my high protein bagel with blueberry cashew cream cheese. “He’s so good at breaking my heart,” I mumble before swallowing, “and putting it back together. How could he be anything but my boyfriend?”
“Well, I hope you’re using condoms. When I went to Coachella the spring I met your dad, Juni sent so many condoms with me, and she textedcondoms!So I’ll mention it now, and text you later. CONDOMS!”
“I’m twenty-six. Almost twenty-seven. You were eighteen when you met Dad. I think I’m mature enough to handle birth control. But thanks.”
“Yes, but sometimes you just need to bang one out,” Grandma says. “And you don’t want to mess with the logistics of birth control. You just can’t wait for him to be inside of you. Grinding and groaning.”
“Juni …” Mom nearly snorts her coffee out her nose.
Grandma casually lifts a shoulder. “I heard you and Bodhi in the shower this morning. Don’t act so innocent.”
“Ew … nope. Not doing this,” I say, taking my bagel and a napkin to the bedroom as Mom and Grandma laugh.
While I’m finishing my breakfast on my balcony, the door behind me opens.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I wrinkle my nose when Flynn kisses my neck. “You’re sweaty.”
“Sorry,” he says, leaning forward to take a bite of my bagel. “Your dad likes running hills.”
“How was jogging with my dad?” I turn my chair to face him. “What did you talk about?"
He leans his hip against the railing, wiping his sweaty face with his shirt. “What I discuss with your dad is confidential.” He drops his shirt and smirks.
I shrug. “That’s fine.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “It is?”
