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He’d told me I wasn’t in love with him yet. Oh, but I was close. If this wasn’t almost love, I didn’t know what was.

A knock interrupted my thoughts.

“You okay? ”

“Yeah. Can I have some freaking privacy? ”

“Sorry. You’ve just been in there for a while; I wanted to make sure you weren’t sick or anything. I’m leaving now. Also, I’m naked, so if you open the door right now, you’re going to get the full show.”

“Pass.”

“Suit yourself.” I heard him turn and go back to our room and close the door.

I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, deciding I was just as hot and bothered there as in my bed, so I might as well be comfortable.

I didn’t say anything as I got back into bed.

“You know if you’re uncomfortable with what I said, it’s okay. I did kind of spring it on you, ” he said. “I can take it back if you want.”

“The problem isn’t that I’m uncomfortable with it, the problem is that I want it! ” I yelled. It was official; I’d lost it. Oh well, I wasn’t known for having a long fuse. “Are you happy? Jesus. You say something like that and then expect me to just be whatever about it. That’s like teasing someone with a giant red velvet cake and then putting it in one of those glass rotating desert thingies.” I wasn’t my most eloquent at the moment.

“Does this mean I’m the cake? ”

“Shut up, it was a metaphor.”

“So you want me? ”

So much it hurt.

“Yes, ” I whispered.

“Right now? ”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Now he was the one who sounded nervous.

“What? ”

“It’s just… a surprise.”

“I told you I would entertain the idea.”

“I know. I just didn’t think you’d be so enthusiastic so soon.”

“Hunter, I’m a virgin. Not a nun.”

He didn’t talk for a moment.

“That was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said. God, why do you do this to me? ” He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. I could just make out his naked chest in the dark.

“Ditto.”

“I feel both honored and terrified at the same time.”

“Why terrified? ” I said. Hunter Zaccadelli wasn’t afraid of anything, let alone sex.

“That’s a lot of pressure. I mean, to ask me to be the first. I just… I don’t want to fuck it up. You’re too important for that.”

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of experience.” I would be the one messing it up.

“All that doesn’t matter. All that stuff I did before was just sex. I told you, I don’t want to have sex with you. I want to do more. You deserve so much more. More than me anyway.”

“What if I don’t want more? What if I just want you? ” All my feelings and frustrations had finally spilled out of my mouth.

“I take it back. That was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“So what now? ”

“Well, I know we both have class tomorrow, but I don’t really want this date to end.”

“Me neither.”

“Hooky? I’ve got somewhere I want to take you.” I’d never played hooky in college. High school, plenty of times. I figured I’d paid enough damn money for my college education that I shouldn’t waste it. But maybe just this once.

I’d have to call out of work, but I was only scheduled for two hours, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. It would probably be the one and only time. I’d only called in sick once to any of the jobs I’d ever had and that was because I had food poisoning and had to be next to a trash can at all times.

“Okay, ” I said.

“Okay.”

We both lay there for a moment.

“I can’t sleep, ” he said.

“Neither can I.”

“I have something in mind that we could do.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“If you want.”

“Noted.”

“All you’d have to do is come over here. Or I could come to you.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve never discussed it this much.”

“Sex? ”

“Yeah, it usually just happens.”

“See, I’ve never understood that. It can’t ‘just happen.’ You can’t go from point A to sex in a moment.”

“It depends.”

“On what? ”

“Usually on how much you’ve had to drink or how hot the girl is.”

“Pig.”

“Hey, I told you all that other stuff was in the past. It would be different with you.”

“How? ”

“You want a play-by-play? ”

“I’m just… curious.”

“I swear, you are killing me in the slowest most torturous way possible. I think I’m going to need about twenty cold showers after this conversation.”

I was going to need more than a few.

“We should go to bed, ” I said.

“We should.” He sighed. “Nope, not going to happen. If you want me, I’ll be on the couch.” With that, he grabbed his boxers, slid them on, grabbed his pillow and blanket, and was out the door before you could say condom.

Thank God.

It was easier to think about other things like French verbs and the subtle expression of misogyny in film when he wasn’t in the room. I also thought about other things. I imagined us being… together. It was a nice image, but then it morphed into another image. The image of Travis’ face when he… No. I shut the mental replay down and tried to think about something else.

The bottom line was that I couldn’t be with Hunter until I’d told him. I’d have to risk big to get a bigger reward. Did I have the guts to do it?

I probably got about three hours tops when I heard Hunter moving around in the kitchen. It was like I had an alarm set to go off if he was doing anything. The sleep I’d gotten hadn’t been quality. It seemed I couldn’t sleep with him, but I couldn’t sleep without him either.

“Hey, ” I said as I shuffled to the bathroom. I didn’t really care what I looked like. If he hadn’t seen my morning look and run by now, he wasn’t going to.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

“Unghn, ” I said in response.

I felt a little better after Hunter shoved a cup of coffee into my hands and I took a few sips.

“So what are we doing today? ” I said.

“No way. I got to surprise you last night and I intend to do the same today.”

“Do I get a hint? Maybe one word to describe it? ”

He thought for a moment, sipping from his cup.

“Princess.”

“Princess? ”

“Yup. That’s all you get.” I glared at him, but he just smiled.

“Tease, ” I said. He laughed. “You gonna pick out my outfit seeing as how I don’t know where we’re going? ”

“You can wear what you want, just bring a sweatshirt and comfortable shoes.”

“So we’re going someplace that could potentially be cold, ” I said, tapping my chin.

“Hmm, ” Hunter said, joining me.

“I’m going to go get dressed and ponder that. How was the couch? ”

“Uncomfortable, but I don’t think it had anything to do with the couch.”

“Maybe not.”

I finished my coffee and went to change. It was a chilly day, but the sun was out, so I picked a rust-colored shirt and jeans, grabbing my UMaine sweatshirt and throwing on some ratty sneakers.

“This work? ”

“Perfect. My turn.”

I texted Tawny while he changed, telling her that I needed to talk. I really, really need to talk to Tawny. I texted Megan as well, telling her about my plans. She said she was excited and to call her with all the details.

Renee texted me just as Hunter came out of the room, asking how our night was. I knew what she was asking. I wasn’t telling. There wasn’t really anything to tell, yet.

“What’s the verdict? ” He did a turn, and I remembered the break-dancing display I’d seen the first weekend I’d met him.

“Where did you learn how to dance? ”

“Mase and I used to mess around when we were kids, so we just kind of taught ourselves. I could show you a few moves. You’re a natural dancer. I could show you how to do a chest pop.” He demonstrated as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

“What? It’s a legitimate move, which you would be excellent at.” I didn’t have too much of a chest to pop. Just enough to know that I couldn’t walk around without a bra comfortably.

“You ready? ”

“Yes, Miss Caldwell. Your chariot awaits you.”

“You mean your beat up car? ” He ignored me and offered his arm. “Do I get a tiara? Please say I get a tiara.”

“I’ll work something out, ” he said as he locked our door.

“The tiara is like, the most important part of princessery. Oh, I need to call work.”

“Already taken care of.”

“What? ”

“I called Tom and said you were in the bathroom puking your guts out.”

“But what if someone on campus sees us? ”

“Relax. You’re not the first student who’s ever played hooky. I’m sure he knew I was making it up.”

“But I need that job, Hunter —”

He cut me off with a finger to my lips. “Princesses don’t stress. They take charge and let other people worry about the details.”

“Fine. But if I get fired, I’m blaming you.”

“If you get fired, I’ll quit.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

I let Hunter help me into the car, because princesses couldn’t get into cars without assistance or some such crap.

“It’s so the paparazzi won’t get a shot of your undies.”

“I’m not wearing a skirt.”

“You can never be too careful, ” he said seriously.

I made him stop and get me a blueberry muffin and some iced tea. I figured I should really milk this princess thing while it lasted.

“It’s not as good as Hope’s, ” I said about the iced tea.

“That’s something they know about in the south. I miss it sometimes.”

“What do you miss? ”

“It feels… I don’t know, cozier, for lack of a better term. Not that Maine isn’t like that. It’s just different.”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been down south.”

“Well, I’ll just have to take you. I don’t want your first experience to be with someone else.”

“You’re talking about traveling, right? ”

“Right.”

We turned south on I-95, which meant we were headed for the coast.

“We’re not leaving the state, are we? ”

“Nope. Just going a little ways up the coast.”

“So we’re going to the coast. Interesting…”

I pondered as we drove.

“What, no road trip princess mix? ”

“I didn’t plan that far ahead. Pick a CD.” He tossed me a zipped folder that weighed about five pounds. “I still like having them just in case my mp3 dies for some reason. Like having records.”

I shuffled through them and there were quite a few bands I hadn’t heard of that I made mental notes to check out. I grabbed the first thing that made me smile. The Head and the Heart.

He smiled too when he heard the first song. I skipped to Honey, Come Home.

“So you liked that? ”

“It should have been totally cheesy, but it wasn’t.” I placed my hand on top of his as it rested on the shifter.

“I was going for non-cheesy. I eliminated a lot of other songs before I picked that one.”

“It was perfect.”

“Well, I was going to go with Love Story, but I figured that would be cheesy.”

“If you’d gone with that, I probably would have had my way with you on the couch while Megan was in the shower.”

“Damn. What a wasted opportunity.” We both laughed as Hunter hit the gas and passed a gigantic motor home.

“Where are we going? ” I whined.

“God, that’s a sound I never want to hear again.”

“Tell me where we’re going and you won’t.”

“Nice try, Miss.”

“I think, as the princess, I have a right to this information. Otherwise, this is a kidnapping.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Caldwell. I’m under strict orders not to disclose that information.”

“Asshat.”

“Yes, Miss Caldwell. Whatever you say.”

I gave his shoulder a light punch in response.

He turned off I-95 onto 202 and then onto 1A. Hmm…

“The Coastal Route? ” He nodded in response. “There are only so many places you could take me. If we were going to Portland, you would have just stayed on 95. So we must be going to one of the places along the way.” I got out my phone and looked up the names of the towns along the route.

“We just passed Winterport, so it isn’t that. Belfast? Lincolnville? Camden? ”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“I think I’m getting warmer.”

“Can’t you just let me surprise you without being curious? ” His eyes pleaded in a really sweet way.

“Fine.” I put my phone back in my purse and sat back in my seat.

“It’s killing you, isn’t it? ” he said after about two minutes.

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Kidnapper.”

It was kind of fun driving through the various towns, wondering which one he was going to stop at. We went through Belfast and then Lincolnville, going right past the beach. I’d thought of that as a possibility, but it wasn’t.

“Camden. I bet it’s Camden, ” I said just as we passed the “You are now leaving Lincolnville” sign.

“Maybe it is and maybe it is.”

“Ha! Okay, so what’s in Camden...? ” I racked my brain, trying to remember. I assembled the clues I already had as we passed inns, hotels and bed and breakfasts. Camden had about a million of them. It was a coastal town, but of the hoity-toity variety, with lots of windjammers and fancy shops and such.

Princess, comfortable shoes, a sweatshirt…

“We’re not going hiking, are we? ” There were two mountains in Camden, Mt. Battie and Megunticook. I’d hiked both several times with Tawny when we’d been younger and also on school trips.

“We don’t have enough time and I didn’t plan far enough ahead for that, but I thought we could go up the auto road and have lunch.”

“So what’s with the princess part? ”

“This, ” he said, putting on his turn signal. I looked to see where he was turning.

“Norumbega? ”

“The only castle in Maine.”

My mouth dropped open. When I was little and we’d driven through Camden, I’d always begged my mother to stop there, but we were always on our way somewhere else. The Norumbega Inn seemed like the most magical place to my young eyes. It looked pretty damn magical now.

Hunter pulled in front of the building, and we sat and stared at it. It certainly looked like a castle, built in stone, some of it painted in dark green, giving it an almost gothic feel. There was even a turret on one side.

“Come on, princess, ” he said, getting out of the car. I followed before he could open my door.

“What? ”

“Let’s go in.”

I put my hand on his arm to stop him. “We can’t.”

“Why not? ”

“They’re not going to just let us wander around.”

“Take your ring off.”

“What? ”

He took my right hand and slipped my ring off, and then took my left hand and put it on my ring finger.

“There. Now we can say we’re looking at places to get married. They’ll be falling over themselves to show us around.”

He took my hand and dragged me up the steps to the front door. He didn’t bother knocking, just went in. I caught my breath. Wow. I felt just as out of place here as I did in Hunter’s uncle’s house. I’d barely gotten to look at the caramel-colored wooden floors and the matching wooden paneling on the walls before a woman in a smart suit spotted us.

“Can I help you? ”

“Yes, my fiancé e and I are getting married in the spring and we’re checking out potential locations. We were just going for a hike up to Mt. Battie and saw this place and couldn’t resist coming in. Right, baby? ”

He brought our linked hands to his mouth and kissed the top of my hand before winking. Sweet Christ.

“Oh, how wonderful. Congratulations. When’s the big day? ” She beamed at us.

“March 21, the first day of spring, ” I blurted out. Hunter gave me a look. I’d just pulled it out of my ass.

“How lovely. Well, we have a lot to offer when it comes to weddings, if you’ll just follow me, ” she said, leading us to the left and up to a huge desk. I couldn’t stop staring at the ornate wooden latticed ceilings and the gilded mirrors. Some of the walls were covered in dark green wallpaper. It gave a cozy old-time study feel to the place.

“I’m Susan, by the way. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Hunter, ” he said, shaking her hand. “This is Missy.”

“Missy. Is that short for Marissa? ”

“Yeah, ” I said, giving him a glare when she turned to grab a brochure.

“This has all our options and lists all of our vendors. If you want to do the complete package, we can provide you with everything. Food, drinks, chairs, the works. Would you like to take a look at a few of the rooms? What size wedding were you thinking? ”

“Small. Definitely, ” I said, beating Hunter to the gun. Neither of us had big families. You know, if we were getting married, which we weren’t, because this was just for pretend.

“Less than 25 people? ”

“Probably. We hadn’t really sat down and counted yet, ” Hunter said. “But it’ll be what, your parents, Tawny, my family, that’s eight, then Darah, Renee, Paul, Megan and Jake, and then Dev and Sean. And a few cousins. Right? ” It was like he’d actually thought about it.

“That’s right, ” I said with a sweeter-than-sweet smile.

“Okay, well that would be perfect. I don’t think we could accommodate everyone, but definitely the bridal and groom parties. Let’s go upstairs and see some of the rooms and then we can go over the grounds.”

“Sounds good, ” I said with another teeth-hurting smile.

“Good job, Missy girl, ” Hunter said as we walked up the spiral stairs to the rest of the inn.

“Bite me, Mr. Zaccadelli.”

“Anytime, Mrs. Zaccadelli.” I nearly tripped on the next step. Hearing him call me that made a strange feeling come over me that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Susan showed us a few rooms that weren’t occupied. They were all quaintly furnished and had great views. My favorite was the library suite. I gasped when we walked down a set of narrow white stairs and came into a room furnished in dark green with red accents. It was a bit like a strawberry gone nuts, but with BOOKS. There was even a balcony with more rows of bookshelves. I nearly lost it.

“Hey, you’re going to squeeze the blood out of my hand, ” Hunter whispered.

I looked down and saw that I was clenching his hand in excitement. Maybe a bit too hard.

“You can take it. Do you not see the books? ”

“Would you have your way with me right now? ”

Surrounded by all that literature? Oh hell yes. Damn Susan. She was still yammering, but I wasn’t hearing her. Too many pretty books were calling my name.

“Why do you think Beauty picked the Beast? It was the library.”

“I guess I’m the Beast in that situation.”

“Unless you want to be the Beauty.”

“Nope, that’s all you.” He pulled me toward him and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I thought I heard Susan sigh.

“Would you like to see the grounds? ”

“Sure, ” I said, taking one last, longing look at the library room.

“Hold on, ” Hunter said, taking out his phone. “Would you take a picture of us? ”

“Absolutely, ” Susan said, taking the phone.

Hunter pulled me close and put his arm around me.

“Smile, baby.” I did, and Susan took a few shots of us.

“Perfect, ” she said. Hunter grinned at me, and I wanted to slap it off his face and kiss him at the same time.

Susan took us around the back of the inn, which had a huge sloping lawn.

“Now we can do tents, or some couples prefer the gazebo.”

“What do you think, babe? Gazebo or tent? ” I said.

“Whatever your little heart desires, my love.” He was laying it on thick. I hoped Susan couldn’t hear the sarcasm. She seemed oblivious.

“I like the gazebo. I’ve always imagined getting married in a gazebo.” Now I was the one laying it on.

Susan gave us the rest of the tour, barely stopping her torrent of words to take a breath. Hunter and I had a little battle, with me elbowing him and him trying to get me back. Susan was oblivious. We took some more pictures of the inn, and Hunter made Susan take some more of us.

“I swear to God, if you post these online, I will strangle you in your sleep, ” I hissed while she took another shot of us in the gazebo.

“Noted, ” he hissed back.

Susan gave us a bunch more brochures about all sorts of things and blathered on about catering. I was exhausted by the time we walked outside.

I turned around and looked one more time at it.

“Like your castle, princess? ”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry it’s not up to your standards. Would you like me to call my private jet and take you to England to see a real one? ”

“Well, if you insist.”

“You’re a demanding girl, Missy. You’re not going to want swans for our wedding, right? ”

“Only a few dozen. And doves. We must release doves.”

“Oh, doves are a given. That’s why I didn’t mention them.” He turned on the car and swung around the circular driveway.

“It is really cool inside. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Anytime, princess.”

We went downtown to The Camden Deli to get sandwiches and then we drove to the top of the mountain. Luckily, since it was the middle of the week, there weren’t that many people up there. The tourists had mostly left, but the leaf peepers were already out in full force, and there were always the birders to contend with. You could always spot them because they had huge binoculars.

We found a semi-flat spot and settled down to watch the boats come in and out of the small harbor and the bustling town. Hunter found an old blanket in his car, and we spread that down. Of course he’d brought his guitar.

“You never know when you might need it. What if our wallets were stolen and we ran out of gas? Then I’d have my guitar and I could play so people would take pity on us and give us gas money. So really, this guitar could save our lives.”

“Never insult Hunter’s guitar. Note made, ” I said, tapping my head. “You didn’t have to go veggie for me. I don’t care if you eat meat, as long as you don’t shove it in my face or down my throat.”

“I like hummus; I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Since when? ”

He rolled his eyes. “Since you made me eat it three weeks ago.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re cute when you’re smug.”

“Shut up.”

“Missy does not take compliments well. Note taken.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes and munch on my sandwich for something to do. We finished and then had double chocolate chip cookies for desert.

“You want to go up to the tower? ”

“Sure.” The most prominent item on the top of the mountain was a stone tower with a winding staircase that you could climb to the top. I wasn’t much for stairs that you could see through, but I wasn’t going to tell Hunter that. I went first, and somehow made it to the top without freaking out.

“Can I tell you something? ” Hunter said when we were both at the top. I nodded. “Your ass looks amazing from that angle.”

“I swear, I will throw you off this tower.”

“No you won’t, ” he said with a smile as he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the wall that surrounded the tower. It had little crenellations, and I fit exactly between them.

“No stay still, I want to take a picture. Smile, baby.” He was still calling me baby, even though Susan wasn’t anywhere to be found.

I did, which was easy to do with him looking at me like I was the best Christmas present he’d ever gotten.

“Gorgeous. Okay, let’s get you down.” I begrudgingly let him help me down. “Let’s do one more. Smile big.” He held the camera out with one hand and put his face next to mine. “One, two —” Before he got to three he moved his head and kissed my cheek. I squished up my face in surprise.

“Hey, no ambush kissing.” I wacked his chest halfheartedly. He captured my hand and kissed my palm.

“Even if you like it? ”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

We heard voices on the stairs and in a moment we were joined by a mother, father, two kids and a set of what were probably grandparents. The top of the tower wasn’t that wide, so we had to squish in.

“Sorry, there’s not a lot of space up here, ” the mother said as one of the kids begged his father to be held up so they could see over the wall.

“It’s okay, I think we’re going down soon, ” I said.

“Oh, would you mind taking a picture of us? ” the woman said, trying to gather her son so he wouldn’t throw himself down the stairs.

“Sure, ” I said, taking the camera. They got themselves sorted, and I had to back up nearly to the other end of the tower and zoom all the way out to get them all in.

“Say Mt. Battie! ”

“Mt. Battie! ” they all chimed in.

“Thank you so much, ” the woman said as I showed her the pictures on the camera. “Oh my goodness, what a beautiful ring. When are you getting married? ”

“March 21, first day of spring, ” Hunter said, putting his arm around me.

“Well, congratulations.”

“Thank you, ” I said, trying to grind my heel into Hunter’s foot. He avoided me, and we said good-bye to the family and started back down the steps.

“You go first.”

“What a buzz kill, ” he said, but he did go first.

I almost reached out and held onto his shirt as we went down, but I resisted and before we knew it, we were back down. Phew.

“You want to walk around a bit? ” He didn’t let go of my hand, and we walked around the road a bit, making a loop and then back again.

“I’d love to come here at night to see what the town looked like all lit up. They close the gates, so you’d have to walk up with flashlights. Still, it would be worth it.”

I nodded, looking down at our linked hands.

“So is that how you’d see your wedding? With swans and all that? ” he said.

“I never really imagined a wedding.”

“I thought that was something all girls did.”

“Well, like you said, I’m not a normal girl.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How did you mean it? ”

“I meant it that you’re not just any other girl. You’re you.”

“Profound.”

“Come on. Don’t be like that. All the other girls I’ve known would have been thrilled and would have showed it to anyone whether they wanted to see it or not. Some would have thought it was a proposal. But you didn’t. You were pissed I’d spent money on you.”

“I’m still pissed about it, but what am I going to do about it? ”

“Exactly.”

“What? ”

“You’re just different. I like that.”

“Whatever.”

We kept walking silently.

“I like that you’re nice to people, ” I said.

“What? ”

I had sort of mumbled it. “You’re nice to people when you don’t have to be. Like those drunk girls and Susan. You act like you’re this big badass, but you’re really not.”

“Are you saying I’m not a badass? Then all these tattoos were for nothing. What shall I do? ” He shook his fist to the sky.

“Aw, did I insult your badassery? ”

“I’m wounded, ” he said, clutching his heart. “You must soothe my wounds.”

“How? ”

“Gimme some sugar, ” he said, stopping and pointing to his puckered lips.

“No way, man.” I tried to walk, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Come on. Give your fiancé a kiss.”

“That was your stupid idea.”

“Nonetheless. Kiss me, please.” If only he hadn’t said please.

“Fine, ” I said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It was that I knew if our lips met, I wasn’t in control of what happened next. It was like I had an excess of sexual frustration built up after so many years of celibacy. Could that happen?

I pressed my lips together so there was no hope of tongue and gave him a little peck.

He shook his head.

“Nope. Still in pain. Gotta do better than that.” I tried again, giving him a little bit longer, but still pulling back as soon as I wanted more.

“Who are you, my grandmother? ”

I was about to stomp my foot and say enough when my phone rang.

“Forget about it, ” he said, leaning in.

“It’s my mom’s ringtone.” It was Hip To My Heart by The Band Perry. She loved that song. “I need to take this.” I hadn’t talked to my mom in a while and I felt horrible about it.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, Kid! I feel like it’s been ages since we talked. I got out of work early, so I thought I’d give you a ring. You’re not in class are you? ”

“Nope. I wouldn’t have answered if I was. Or I’d be whispering.”

“Right. So how are you? ”

“I’m good. Busy. Classes are nuts.”

“That’s good. How’s the job? ”

“That’s good to.”

“And the roommate situation? ”

“Tell her it’s great, ” Hunter whispered. The volume on the phone was loud enough for him to hear. I turned it down and walked away from him.

“It’s sort of been resolved.” So far. “I’m going to deal with it for the rest of the semester and then we’ll see.”

“Oh, good. You sound better. You sound really happy, actually.”

“Do I? ”

“Yes, you do. What’s the cause? ” The boy who was currently trying to wind his arms around my waist and distract me from talking to you.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the new year. My birthday is coming up.”

Mom wasn’t fooled. “It’s a boy, isn’t it? ”

“Not really.”

“Oh. My. God. I thought it would never happen. I want details, Kid.” She sounded like Tawny.

“He’s just a guy.”