I took a deep breath. “He was the one I hit with my car.”
My sister burst into a fit of laughter. “Are you serious? That’s hysterical.”
“Yeah,” I laughed nervously. “Hysterical. Um, there’s more, though.”
“What is it?”
“Dylan and I… kind of hit it off? I realize I probably should have run it by you first, but —again— totally slipped my mind.” I held my breath, the pause on the other end of the line deafening. “Are you mad?”
Winona snorted. “What are we? Teenagers? Julia, we haven’t been a thing in ten years. And might I remind you that I’m happily married with a family of my own?”
“So you’re not mad?”
“No, you big dummy. God, for someone with a brain, you’re really dumb sometimes. I think it’s great.”
“You do?” I exhaled. “Thank you, Winona. We really hit it off.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I can’t remember the last time you slowed down and took the time to see someone.” Somewhere in the background of the call, I heard one of her kids starting to cry. “Oh, shoot. Someone’s just woken up from their nap. I have to go, sis, but you better call me later. None of this ‘no cell reception’ BS again. You know how I worry.”
I smiled. “I know. I’ll let you go. Give the little ones my love.”
I hung up just as Dylan returned with a small slice of cake. He set it down in front of me with a wink. “I saw you eyeing it when you were in the line before. Thought I’d grab you the last slice.”
“I don’t know if I have any room left to finish it by myself. Split it with me?”
He magically produced two small spoons from behind his back.
I felt giddy all day long.