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My head dropped back onto the pillow, and I stretched out, refusing to play the what-did-I-say-while-drinking-last-night-game. “Evidently, I was a fountain of information,” I remarked dryly.
“Yes, you were. But my favorite was the PDG.”
“How did that come up, by the way?”
“In a very loud whisper, you informed the waitress who was flirting with me that it wasn’t her fault she was enamored; instead it was my Panty Dropping Grin.”
I giggled. “I remember, but I didn’t think you heard me. Alcohol makes people think they’re whispering. Why is that, do you suppose?”
He laughed. “I don’t have a clue, but I couldn’t wait to spring it on you today.”
“And how did I get onto my dating strategy?” That I definitely didn’t recall talking to anyone about.
“Ah, that little tidbit came out while I was tucking you into bed. You lamented that most guys thought one date was enough to get in your panties, however you make them wait five.”
I could only hope I hadn’t informed him that no one had ever achieved that goal. “Well, it’s true. One dinner out and, bam, I’m expected to put out.”
He seemed curious. “So what does each one represent? First date, first kiss; second date, second base?”
Thankfully, I hadn’t revealed everything. “I’m not telling. A girl has to have some secrets, at least until the next time she gets drunk.”
“Speaking of which, what do you want to do tonight?”
“Would it be completely lame if I choose dinner and then hitting the hot tub?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’m not sure how late I’d last either.” He yawned on cue.
Covering my own yawn in response, I studied him. “You’re not the party guy you used to be, are you?”
He looked a little taken aback, but then shrugged. “We all get older. Besides, I have less time for it these days. Why? Are you disappointed?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. But don’t you feel as though you’re keeping up an image from the past?”
“Yeah, well, sometimes it’s easier to keep the expectations as they’ve always been so as not to disappoint anyone.”
Considering I had very little room to talk about taking the path of least resistance, I didn’t comment. The only thing I could hope for was that someday I’d be brave enough to see what life would be like if I broke out of that mold.
* * *
After a delicious pastadinner later that evening, I changed into my bikini and stepped into the hot tub on the spacious terrace attached to our suite. It felt divine, and the view of the city couldn’t be beat. Seeing my phone light up, I sighed at my father’s number and decided to answer.
“Hi, Dad.” I glanced toward Colby, who quickly gave me some privacy.
“Hey, kiddo. How’s your weekend with your friends?”
“Good, thanks. How did Mom take the news about me leaving?”
He sighed. “Not great, but thankfully, she got over it. In fact, she’s agreed for you to stay the summer in LA for your internship.”
“Wait. What?” Had I heard him correctly?
“She had lunch with Mrs. Singer today, and when she came back, she’d changed her tune.”
“Huh.” Colby’s mom and mine went back a number of years, but how had the subject even come up?
“I thought you’d be happy about this news. It gives you your internship and a few more months in California.”
I finally snapped out of my shock. “Yes, of course. I’m so relieved.” My mother’s decision not only gave me the opportunity to open up doors in the music industry, it also gave me hope that perhaps not all was lost with changing her mind about the move.
