“We figured it out. There’d been a last-minute cancellation, apparently. So we still had a room.”
Eileen tilts her head. “Aroomor asuite?”
“A room,” I say a little sheepishly, wondering if I’ve gotten something wrong.
Eileen shakes her head with a smile. “Wow, Morgan must really like you if she didn’t implode. I’ve never seen that woman acceptaroom,ever.”
Eileen shared a secret with me, and I think I need to share one back. If only because I’m dying without a second opinion.
“Would you believe me if I said there was only one bed?” I murmur into my latte.
Eileen whips to face me as she processes the words, and her voice drops to a whisper. “What?! Wait, did you two…”
“N-no!” I stammer, instantly regretting my decision to say anything.
“Oh my god,” Eileen breathes, pressing her hands to her cheeks. “Iknewyou were crushing on her!”
“What do I do?” I choke out.
Eileen reaches over and takes my hand, giving it a squeeze. “Stay strong. Because honestly? I have no idea. Morgan is like… a dead language. You need a Rosetta Stone.”
“But she doesn’t have time for—I mean—she has better prospects than—”
Eileen cuts me off with a wag of her finger. “I will not allow you to say such things. Like I said, Morgan can be hard to read. But if you put a gun to my head? I think she likes you too.”
“But…”
“No buts!”
“But what do Ido!”
“Okay, I’ll allow that ‘but.’” Eileen takes a long drink of her Frappuccino, then winces at the brain freeze. “Well, for starters, you’re going to keep me posted on every development, okay? I am officially your wing-woman now.”
“Really?”
“Well,yeah. Oh my god, you two would besocute together.”
Usually, I enjoy how hanging out with Eileen is like the high school experience I never had. Now, I think I might faint.
“I… I really don’t think she feels that way. But thanks. For believing in me, I guess.”
I want to tell Eileen how Morgan looked at Tobias, how sure I am that she wants nothing to do with me. But I can’t bring myself to form the words.
Eileen squeezes my hand again and looks me dead in the eyes. “If you needanything. Any. Thing. I don’t care if it’s condoms or lube or—”
“Oh mygod, Eileen!”
“Anything,” she repeats. “You tell me. Okay?Promiseme. And then IswearI won’t bring this up again until you do.”
I tap my fingers against the table as I consider. One thing that will never happen (Morgan wanting todo the deedwith me)versus something that I very, very much want (never speaking of this again)? It’s an easy deal.
I hold up my little finger. “Pinky promise.”
Eileen’s grin is a mile wide. “Pinky promise.”
Chapter 29
MORGAN
