Page 140 of You're The One
There’s a beat of silence before Bodhi leans in and whispers, “What’s in Botswana?”
“It’s the farthest point in the world from us right now.”
His brows pull together. “I’m honestly shocked you know that.”
I shrug. “I’m full of useless facts.”
“All right.” He shakes his head. “As heartfelt and cute?—”
“Cute? That was romantic.”
“Sure it was, dude. Anyway, we’re going to need more than that. You know the show usually ends with a proposal. Are you ready for that? I mean this is a lot more?—”
I cut him off because I’m certain. “Yes. I’m ready.”
“So, you’ll let us film it? And you’ll do the reunion special?”
“Hell no to the cameras. Maybe our friends can film it, but it’s up to her if we share it with you. And I’ll ask Mia about the reunion.”
“But—”
“That’s the best you’re getting.”
He props his elbow on the window with a sigh, and luckily, the rest of the ride passes in silence. That’s the positive. The negative? It takes us an hour and seven minutes to get here.
I bump shoulders with more people than is acceptable in my hurry to get to the ticket counter, and it’s all for nothing.
“What do you mean it’s departed?” I ask, my voice louder than I intended.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s taxiing on the runway as we speak.”
Bodhi finally catches up, huffing over my shoulder.
“Okay. Plan B. When’s the next flight out to O’Hare?”
The ticket agent clicks on her keyboard. “Not until tomorrow morning?—”
“Perfect. I’ll take a seat.”
“It’s actually fully booked. I can put you on the standby list if you’d like?”
“Fuck.” I shift on my feet. “Okay. Plan C… No wonder Logan always has five plans,” I mutter under my breath.
I drag Bodhi to a less congested corner. “Let me use your phone.”
“You know I can’t do that.” He steps out of reach when I make a grab for it.
“Bud, this thing is over. We’ve already discussed that.”
He hesitates, then places it in my palm.
Now I just have to figure out whose number I actually know. Logan’s out. I’ve lived next door to him for as long as I’ve known him and always just pop over. I’m also not ready to face the firing squad.
King. My go-to wingman. Weird area code. I dial his number and hope he answers.
He picks up right before it goes to voicemail. “Who is this?”
“Hey to you, too. It’s me. Fox.”
