“About eight or nine hours.”
I relay the information to her, and she groans. “Why?” I ask, tired of the drama. “What’s going on?”
“My boss, Mr. Rainey, saw your video. Damn boy?—”
“Frankie, focus.”
“He’s interested. Really interested, Viv. He wants to meet with you tomorrow morning.”
“I can’t. We don’t have a vehicle.” I’m so close to my dreams coming true, yet not close at all.
Jonah takes the phone. “Frankie? This is Jonah. What time does he want to meet?” He nods, even though Frankie can’t see him. “Don’t worry. He’ll be there.” He hands the phone back to me.
Frankie screams in excitement as I tell her goodbye and end the call. I stare at Jonah the entire time. “It’s impossible. There’s no time to do anything.”
He kisses me, not even looking around first. “I know you hate it when I try to fix everything. But let me take care of this for you, okay?”
I touch his sweet face and nod. “Okay.”
The waiting is torture. I hang out with Mom, George, and Maisy in their hotel room, not wanting to be alone with my thoughts. Jonah does whatever he’s doing. Less than an hour later, he calls me to say it’s done.
“What’s done?”
“Come outside and see.”
We all rush outside, but I reach Jonah first. He’s standing at the curb in front of a beat-up pickup truck. “Jonah?” There’s a question in my voice, but I have more than one. And I’m not sure which one to ask first.
“Hey, cutie,” he says with a wide grin on his handsome face. Thankfully, his dad is too far away to hear. “Need a ride?”
