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“No. I…listen, I have a presentation I need to do, and you’re messing with my mojo.”
“I want to do more than just mess with it.”
I laugh. I can’t help. His humor is as dry as a Texas summer.
“Jon,” his mother says, “You didn’t tell me your roommate istheAvery O’Bryan.”
His head whips around. “I said her name was Avery.”
“You didn’t tell me her entire name.” She looks at me. “I loved your article about the importance of socializing for seniors and how social media could help.”
I smile while fighting a blush. Most people in my life pay no attention to my writing. A lot of it is dry and aimed at academics. I was especially proud of that article.
“Thank you.”
“That’s why she’s been teaching all the LOLs about other apps,” Liv says.
“It’s important that senior citizens understand how they can be dangerous. It’s a great way for them to connect, but there are scammers out there.”
Jon stares at me like I grew an extra head or a third eye. Why do people seem so surprised when they discover I’m smart? Hell, I get regular requests from universities and think tanks to come to talk to their students and employees. My Alma Mater wanted me to teach for a whole semester. Which sounds like a nightmare because they expect you to be on campus and wear a bra, but still.
“I would love to chat with you about your ideas of social media and social justice as soon as you get a chance.”
“Of course, anytime. Are you in town for long?”
“No. Just a couple days, and Estella wants to have a family dinner. Do you want to exchange numbers?”
“Sure.” I rattle off my number for her as there is movement onstage. The entire thing seems to be about to start on time, which isn’t normal for Juniper Springs. Most times, things begin about ten to fifteen minutes late.
Once everyone is settled and they call the meeting to order, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Jon:So, you are alive.
I roll my eyes.
Me:We established that in our conversation, and I sent you messages today.
Jon:There was no proof of life.
I look up, trying to make it look as casual as possible, and look over the crowd. Jon is staring at me, a smirk on his sexy mouth.
Me:Why did you want to kick my cats to the curb?
Jon:Cats?
Dammit, I thought I might be able to keep that a secret a little longer.
Me:Yeah. I brought home a grey Russian. Benjamin.
Jon:Are you going to name all your cats after Taylor Swift’s cats?
I blink. He knows the names of Taylor’s cats? I know that many people know things about her, but I didn’t think anyone but Swifties knew her cats’ names, at least not off the top of their heads.
Me:Maybe. Means I need to get at least one more.
Jon:*gif Taylor Swift eye roll*
That has me smiling. He’s been kind of understanding about Meredith, who apparently has a crush on him.
