Page 2 of I Wanna Text You Up

Delia nods. “True, but do you really want to post a flyer? Why don’t you just, I don’t know, goout?”

I place a hand on my chest and gasp. “Do you mean I should, like, go out andmeetsomeone the old-fashionedway?”

She cringes. “No, you’re right—people are gross. A flyer works, butdo notgive your personal information! You don’t want any randbro to get ahold ofthat.”

“Like the randbro who got ahold of yours? What happened with him again?” I tap my chin, pretending tothink.

Delia pushes my hand away. “Stop it. You know whathappened.”

“Yes, youbangedhim. You banged the first random guy who got ahold of your digits, and now you’re moving in withhim!”

She rolls her eyes just as Zach walks back into theapartment.

“I’ll have you know I had to suffer through three dates with this broad before she finally gave it up. Three. Dates. Do you know how much she cost me in foodalone?”

Before I can do it, Delia grabs the nearest pillow off the couch and chucks it Zach’s way. “Go away, youass!”

He dodges the assault and laughs. “You know you love me, my little foodwhore.”

I watch as Delia’s eyes light up, the dopiest smile spreading on her face. “Ido.”

Part of me wants to pretend to puke over their display, but more so, I love the way they love eachother.

Nothing was traditional about their courtship—having met via a wrong number—and I don’t think either of them would have it any other way. Somehow that wrong number turned into the purest, easiest love I’ve everwitnessed.

“Get a room,” I tease to break the sexual tension building betweenthem.

Zach lifts a shoulder. “I guess we could take her room for a spin one lasttime.”

My mouth drops open and Delia throws her head back inlaughter.

“You have no shame, ZachHastings.”

He shrugs again, not the least bit bashful, before grabbing more boxes andleaving.

Delia tucks her feet under her legs and looks my way. “I really will miss you, you know. I can’t believe we won’t be living togetheranymore.”

“I can’t believe you’re ditching me, and I can’t believe Zach is kicking Robbieout.”

“Hey, he’s not kicking him out. Robbie left before Zach even asked me to movein.”

I barely manage to not roll my eyes. “Oh, puh-lease. Like those boys didn’t have it planned. Zach knew you’d say yes. Robbie knew you’d say yes. He bailed for you, Delia. Don’tplay.”

“I know, but if I pretend he didn’t then I don’t feel asbad.”

I laugh at her honesty. “Well he’s on to bigger and better things, so that’s all thatmatters.”

“You two still talking everyday?”

When I first saw Robbie, Zach’s best friend and former roommate, during the Great Goat Heist last year, I was immediately attracted to him. I mean, with muscles for days, tattoos, and a killer grin, who could really blame agirl?

But then I learned he’s a single father, and I don’t do kids. That was the bucket of water on my lust fire, and I knew then we were destined to remain just friends, which, as it turned out, was exactly what we bothneeded.

While Delia and Zach were off falling in love, we grew close, talking about anything and everything, including my recent mishaps in the dating world and him trying to win back the mother of his child. Now I can’t imagine ever being attracted to him. He’s my wingman, too much like a big brother to be anythingelse.

“Yep. He’s loving his new place, by the way, said his ex is happy with him for getting out on his own. So, really, don’t feel bad about him moving out. It’s working out forhim.”

She nods. “Good. That’s good. I just wish I had gotten more time to get to know him, because I’m certain he still thinks I’m halfwayinsane.”

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