Have a good day, sweetheart. And text me later. Privately.
Oh, she is absolutely going to demand details.
Before I can decide how afraid to be, another buzz. This time from Miller, even though he is literally sitting beside me.
I turn to stare at him. His hands stay on the wheel. His face is calm. Completely unreadable. He gives no indication whatsoever that he has just texted me while stopped at a light.
I open the message.
Miller
You’re smiling at your phone. Should I be jealous?
A laugh bursts out of me so suddenly I have to clamp my mouth shut around it. He glances over, very slightly, clearly pleased with himself.
Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now. Fine. I can work with that.
It’s my family group chat
so yes, probably
His phone buzzes in the cupholder. He doesn’tcheck until the next light, because he’s annoyingly responsible. But I see the corner of his mouth shift. A second later, mine buzzes again.
Miller
Fair.
Rosa wants to know if i climbed you like a tree
This time the laugh he lets out is low and immediate. “Jesus,” he mutters.
“Right?” I say.
He shakes his head. “How old did you say she was?”
“Technically nineteen. Spiritually, an internet goblin.”
“That tracks.”
My phone buzzes again.
Rosa
i know you’re reading this. psychic connection. also if he’s driving you to work now i need to know EVERYTHING
I freeze. Then slowly turn my phone face-down in my lap.
Miller glances over. “Problem?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Maybe a small one.” I take a sip of coffee. “Rosa appears to have developed clairvoyance.”
“Unfortunate.”
“Very.”
