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She snorts. “That’s because you don’t know the LOLs that well. They have several members who have mathematical backgrounds.”
“Knowing math doesn’t really help with changing things around.”
“Uh, you know that Margaret Collins retired here, right?”
My eyes widen at the name. She was one of the biggest names at NASA for years, helping develop the space shuttle.
“I take it from your expression, you didn’t know.”
“Who is Margaret Collins?” Sammy asks.
“She helped put astronauts in space, dude.”
The little boy’s eyes sparkle with interest. “I want to meet her.”
“I can arrange that.”
I look at Avery as she pulls out her phone and sends off a text.
“You know her number?” I ask.
She nods as Callie says, “She’s an honorary LOL.”
Now, it’s Avery’s turn to blush, and I can’t look away. It brings out the freckles that dance over the bridge of her nose. I shouldn’t notice things like that, but I can’t help it. It’s one of those quirky things about her I can’t stop thinking about.
“I heard you were dating someone, Jon,” Liv says.
I look over at her, and while she seems sweet, I recognize that expression. I’ve seen it on my mother’s face more than once. This is full Mama Bear Mode.
“I was. Not seriously.”
“What was her name…Nancy told me, but I can’t remember.”
“Sienna.”
“You dated a crayon?” My nemesis asks.
I look at her. “Rude coming from someone named after labels.”
Instead of getting mad at me, she smiles as she sips from her glass of wine. She has ice in it, which is weird, but I know that’s how Taylor Swift drinks her wine. There are so many clues that she is a Swiftie. The cat’s name, the wine…they could be coincidences, but something tells me she spends a lot of her time online watching TikToks about Taylor’s songs.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Taylor, but I don’t post videos.
“Have you had any problems?” Mason asks me, drawing my attention away from Avery.
I glance at him. We’re about the same age but haven’t interacted much.
“Problems? You mean other than some woman stealing my house?”
Avery gasps. “I didnotsteal your house.”
Mason barely blinks an eye at Avery’s theatrical behavior. I feel most people in her orbit grow accustomed to it.
“No, I mean with the teenagers.”
“Why does everyone keep asking me about that?”
“Because they’re ticked off about that app,” Mason explains.
