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Can you love someone you’ve never met? I think about that sometimes. Probably just love the idea of her, love the idea of a tiny Parks I helped make bossing me around forever, driving me mental. It’s all for naught now, these thoughts, but I’ll think them tonight as I drift off to sleep anyway.
I open my front door and Jordan looks up at me from the couch.
Fuck.
I didn’t ask her to come here. I don’t want her to be here.
“Hey—” I force a smile.
“Hi.” She stands, walks over to me, drapes her arms around my neck. “Where’ve you been?”
I do this weird laugh that sounds mostly like breathing.
“Work—” I nod. “Had a work thing.”
From across the room, Jonah’s eyes pinch. Knows I’m lying. Girlfriend doesn’t though, thank fuck.
“Oh.” She smiles. “A shoot?”
“Yep.” I nod.
“For who?” she asks, looking up at me with bright eyes.
I lick my bottom lip, not thinking fast enough.
My brain’s not in working order. Fuck.
“Neuw,” Jonah says, catching my eye and nodding at my jeans.
She nods. “I can’t wait to see them.”
I kiss her cheek. “I’m just going to grab a shower, yeah?”
She gives me a smile and sits back down on the couch, changing the channel.
I head downstairs to my room, leave the door open because I know Jo’s followed me.
Stands in the doorway, watches me.
Nods his chin at me. “Were you with Parks?”
“No, man—” I flick him a frown. “She’s gone.”
He looks confused. “Gone where?”
“Back?” I shrug. “To New York.”
He gives me a look. “No she hasn’t. They just flew back in from Paris yesterday morning.”
“What?” I blink.
“Yeah. Tausie said she had a fight with a man at the luggage carousel because he called her shoes kitsch and…”
I’m not listening.
Shit. I rub my mouth absentmindedly.
I should call her. Should I call her?
