Andrea froze. Never in her life had she asked for a guy's number. Especially for a guy she'd only just met.But this wasn't the same thing, was it? For starters, she wasn't asking for a phone number in that way, and neither was he. This was purely about the dog. She had no reason to feel shy about this. She bit her tongue and vowed not to make a big deal of this very simple exchange.Still, she fumbled her phone when she handed it to him. Jackson caught it deftly in one hand and she couldn't help but stare at the intricately woven red, yellow and black threads of his bracelet while he typed out his number.
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Tuesday, July 6, 2021
“I’m not mad, exactly. I just don’t understand why your mother’s so well informed of our financial situation.”
She slowly stepped out of the closet doorway. “Because I’ve had to borrow some money from my parents, that’s why.”
I stood up from the corner of the bed. “What do you mean? How much money?”
“Enough to meet a few mortgage payments.”
“How long’s that been going on?”
She swallowed hard. “The last four months.”
I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. I breathed in a deep sigh and ran my hand down my face. “Gigi, why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s my apartment and my responsibility.”
“Your name might be on the deed, but I live there too. It’s our responsibility.”
She sat down beside me on the bed. “You’ve been working so hard on Frostbite. I didn’t want to add any more stress to your plate, especially not now that you’re so close to being finished.”
She looked so positive, so optimistic, the very last thing I wanted was to burst her bubble, but it was time to stop pretending. I swallowed hard and let the truth pour out. “I didn’t want to get your hopes up, but I had an interview for the Artist-in-Residence Program at Ars Nova. They turned me down.”
Her face softened into a smile. “Money is futile and fleeting. Always has been, and always will be. But writing a musical is your dream, and you can’t give up on that.”
I caressed the side of her face and held her chin in my hand. “I can, especially now that I’ve found an even better one. I love you, Georgica. I want us to start to build a life together.”
She leaned into my chest. “I want that too.”
Gigi smoothed my hair and kissed my forehead. “I’ll support you whatever you decide. But please don’t give up. Not just yet. Your musical’s out there, just waiting to be written.”
“When you speak like that, I can almost believe it.”
“Believe it. More importantly, believe in you,” she said, tapping the tip of my nose. “I do.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my chest. “How’d I get so lucky?”
She turned to me, her face serious and intense. “Luck had nothing to do with it. Meeting you at Camp Chinooka, that was fate. Letting you in when I was at my lowest, that was a choice. But falling in love with you, well that, that was simply beyond my control.”
Friday, July 2, 2021
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