“Anything for you, baby,” she said, using his words because it was fun.
And because it was true.
She slipped out of the room, closing the door so the cats didn’t go in there. On her way to the kitchen, she grabbed her phone and pulled up the group text she had going with Spencer and Elana.
—You might be happy to know that the curse is now officially broken.
She set the phone down and hurried to get the cats their food.
Spencer’s response was almost immediate.
—You say it like we believed there was ever a curse in the first place.
Violet ignored his comment and responded.
—Simon’s moving in.
She hesitated a second before hitting send. Not two seconds later, her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Girl. What. The. Fuck?”
She laughed. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t know it was comin’.”
“Fine.” Spencer laughed. “Tell me Archer’s movin’ in, too.”
“With me?” She snorted. “Not a chance, but there is a rumor he’ll likely move down here.”
“Is it from a reliable source?”
“Absolutely.”
“That’s good. I mean, not that I care or anything.”
“Whatever. You know you’re countin’ down the minutes until you can climb that guy like a tree.”
“Maybe.”
Her phone buzzed. “That’s Elana on the other line.”
“Okay. Let’s get together for drinks soon.”
“Friday night,” she decided.
“Sounds like a plan.”
The call disconnected and she answered the other line.
“Are you serious?” Elana asked in greeting.
“I am.”
“Good for you. That’s … that’s awesome.”
“Where are you?” Violet asked, hearing something like a PA system in the background.
“At the hospital.”
