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Though, I wish she would tell me more about what’s happening with Jordan. Even Houston knows there is something there. I don’t think he would be as opposed to the match as Brooklyn seems to think, but I don’t want to speak for my brother. Lately, he’s seemed more restless than usual, and he hasn’t started dating anyone new since he broke up with the sweet and gorgeous movie star, Bonnie Aiken, a couple of months ago. That’s weird for him, so he must be dealing with something. Maybe that’s why Kit thinks he could use a friend?Ithink he could use some real love in his life.
“Wouldn’t it be crazy if we all fell in love at the same time?” I say, knowing full well that Brooklyn is going to read into that when it comes to Fischer. She can make whatever assumptions she wants, but I won’t hold my breath that something will happen with him. Even if he’s interested, a part of me thinks I’m cursed to be trapped on first dates for the rest of my life. I won’t believe in potential until I get to a third date with someone or there’s an immediate connection.
“I don’t know if Houston will ever give up casual dating,” Brooklyn says with a frown. Interesting. She didn’t sayshewouldn’t be falling in love anytime soon.
I wish I had Jordan’s number so I could get his take on this whole thing, but I haven’t talked to the guy since he moved to California a decade ago. He moved back sometime in the last year, though I’m not sure when. Or why. I just remember Houston mentioning it at some point.
I pull up a new group chat, ignoring the guilt of leaving Chad out of this one. I guess I don’t want him to feel bad about not being able to come with us, but I tell myself it’s because I don’t want to interrupt his budding relationship with his unnamed neighbor.
Me: Kit and Skyler are coming to Sun City so we’re all doing dinner on Thursday!
Kit: I said wemightcome out.
Texas: I thought you knew better than to go against Micah when she’s made her mind up, Morgan.
Brooklyn chuckles. “He makes a good point.”
Skyler: We can come.
Me: I told you! You guys can stay with me if you want!
Skyler: We’ll get a hotel.
Texas: Gross.
Kit: It’s because Sky snores, you dummy.
Skyler: I do not. It’s because we’ve only been married for a few months and can’t get enough of each other. *winky face*
Texas: GROSS
I laugh, partly because of Houston and partly because Brooklyn has gone bright red from secondhand embarrassment. “You’re so cute and innocent,” I tell her. “No wonder Jordan likes you.”
“You think he likes me?” The question clearly comes out of her unbidden because she slaps a hand to her mouth. “Um. You should invite Fischer to trivia night. You said he could use a friend, and no one is better at befriending people than Kit.”
She’s not wrong, but my own face heats at the idea of introducing Fischer to my family. That would definitely push us out of coworker status. “I’ll invite him if you invite Jordan,” I say, though I’m not sure if I want Brooklyn to rise to the challenge or give me an excuse to keep Fischer to myself for a little longer.
To my surprise, she sits up straighter. “Deal.”
She seals it with a pinky promise, and suddenly I’m not as hungry as I was a minute ago because now I have to work up the courage to invite Fischer to a family gathering.
No pressure.
Chapter Nineteen
Fischer
October 21
Grant is in amood.A bad one. And while he’s generally in a bad mood, this is worse. This is ‘shout at me when I don’t bring in coffee’ and ‘kick the computer when it takes too long to boot up’ bad. And when I mentioned going over to Ember to verify the plans from the weekend?
Let’s just say I’m lucky I have decently quick reflexes. And I refuse to buy Grant a new plant for his desk. If he wants one, he shouldn’t have massacred the one he had by throwing it at me.
So, instead of sharing smiles and little touches with Micah in her cubicle, I spend my day holed up at my desk, wincing every time Grant finds something new to blame me for. After enduring a rage-filled rant about how I’m thoroughly incapable of following directions when the burger I ordered him for lunch came with pickles when it wasn’t supposed to, I sneak out of the office for a brief respite from it all and look up the number for the driving service Micah hired last week.
Though it takes several different conversations and multiple explanations on my part, as well as promises that I’m not trying to do anything illegal or weird, I finally get Kenny’s number and give him a call.
“Hello?”
