She twists her lips and spreads her arms wide. "Consider this one open."
Chapter forty-two
Jade
My new job fucking sucks, and that's putting it nicely. I thought being a virtual personal assistant would be an ideal position, and it might be if it were for the right person, but my boss is not that person.
"Jade, did you hear me?" Martina asks.
"Yes, I'll schedule a car to pick you up from the airport at eight."
"And not one of those rideshare things. A proper car service this time."
I almost lost this job on my first day because I booked her a rideshare. Not a mistake I'll make again.
"Yes. Anything else?" I ask.
"Reservations for two at Lola's at nine."
There's a knock at my door. Who the hell is knocking on my door at ten a.m. on a Tuesday?
"Got it," I say, making my way to the door.
Martina doesn't say thank you or goodbye; she simply hangs up.
"Car service from LAX at eight, reservations at Lola's for nine," I repeat out loud so I don't forget as I look through the peephole.
My heart thuds against my chest at the sight of her.
It's been weeks since I've seen my best friend, or talked to her, and yet here she is at my door.
"Babe, open the door. I know you're there," she says, propping a hand on her hip.
Babe. Not Jade, not bitch. Babe. I let out a sigh of relief, flip the deadbolt, and open the door.
Addie walks past me and flops onto the couch.
"How did you know I was home?" I ask.
She waves her phone at me. Right, location.
We're both silent for far too long, and I fidget, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
She swallows. "You haven't responded to my brother."
What the fuck? Was she expecting me to?
"I have him muted."
"But not blocked," she says with a nod. "Which is more telling than one might think."
I sit cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch.
"Have you listened to his podcast?" she asks.
"Podcast?"
"Hashing it Out with Hayes. Listen to it after I leave."
