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Please be inside. Please be inside.
“Watch your step.” I can practically hear her shit-eating grin.
She’s not inside.
I turn back to face her, positive my cheeks are flaming red. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Her eyes shimmer, reflecting the half-full moon. She covers her mouth with her hand, suppressing a laugh. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you.”
Her laughter spills out despite her best efforts.
“If you keep laughing at me, I might just cry.”
She scoffs. “Liar.”
Warmth climbs into my chest. I like this side of her, and I like being on the receiving end of it even more.
“Goodnight, Marisa.”
“Goodnight, Ethan.”
CHAPTER 16
Marisa
ADAM SANDLER GETUP
The work week flies by. Between getting trained at theHerald, scouring job postings for anything that fits within my skill set, and making a better attempt at spending time with my dad and Jenn and the kids, I’m very ready for the weekend.
I’ve only run into Ethan twice since Monday night, just in passing. So far, we’ve managed to get along, to be friendly even. A win, if you ask me.
My plan for this very wild Friday night is to wear the largest, baggiest sweats I own, eat an entire box of Cheez-Its for dinner, and binge watch some trashy reality TV.
I get bundled up on the couch, set up with all my needs for the evening, when my phone decides to be a total buzz kill and go off. I look to see who’s calling me. I’m a little surprised and more than curious.
“Hello?”
“Hey, girl!”
I sit up straighter, my mind slowly wrapping itself around the familiar voice. “Zoe?”
“Yes, girl, did you forget about me already?”
“No, I’m surprised to hear from you, that’s all.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Nope, I was about to do a little Netflix and chill by myself.”
She laughs. “Sounds like my kind of night.”
I like Zoe. She was my work bestie, but we never really spoke or hung out much outside of work, save for the occasional happy hour.
“So, what’s up?”
“I’m calling to let you know the new company I’m at is going to be hiring a technical writer after the holidays, and I think the role would be perfect for you. This place is so much better thanyou know where.”
My heart jumps. A job. A real fucking job may have just landed in my lap.
