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She smiled and I let her go. She gasped, then started laughing. “You hate to hear the truth,” she said, borrowing my own words. “And what about your deal?” she asked.
“What deal?”
“The deal your friend made you. The phone call you got on the way back from Vegas?”
“How do you even know about that?”
“You forget, Spencer, I told you I know everything. I know he offered you the chance of a lifetime on an inside trade involving an innovative technology. I know you have every intention of taking it because it would set you and your sister up extravagantly for life. I also know that you’re two million dollars short.”
“Yeah, no thanks to you.”
She pouted. “Trust me,” she said, “if I had known the offer was coming and that you’d take it, I’d have kept your money safe.”
“And now I have no way of obtaining that two million! He’s going to need that soon! How am I supposed to get it now?”
“You’ll find a way. Borrow it.”
“From who?”
hed I had asked her what she meant, but I didn’t want to bother her. I was so confused because I thought I had life down better than anyone I knew. I chalked it up to old age and dismissed what she said.
I joined the others and sat at the table next to Bridge. We talked about the pregnancy and what we thought the sex of the baby was going to be. She’d decided that she would wait until the birth to find out. That drove me crazy, but there was nothing I could do about it.
“What about names?” I asked her.
“I have no idea, honestly. I can’t decide on a single one.”
“Oh, come on, Bridge. You have to be leaning toward a few.”
“I’m serious,” she laughed. “I think I’m going to have to look in the baby’s face and decide then.”
I smiled. “Wow, gutsy.”
“I like to live dangerously.”
“I know,” I said, exasperated a little.
She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Get it out.”
“Well, I mean, you and Jonah. What’s really going on there?”
She looked at the next bench down from ours and eyed the subject of my question. “I-now don’t get mad…”
I sighed. “Bridge, any time someone prefaces a sentence like that, I most definitely get mad.”
“Well, just listen then,” she began before taking a deep breath. “I like Jonah.”
“I had that kind of figured out already.”
“A lot,” she said, agony written all over her face.
“I think he likes you a lot too, Bridge.”
“I think so but, well, I’m so perplexed. I’m having someone else’s baby. I’m not quite eighteen. I know it should feel inappropriate but I-I just feel so lost because I don’t feel that way.”
My heart went out to her. “You’re punch-drunk.”
“Extremely.”
