I couldn’t stop the smile from flitting across my face. He sounded jealous.
“I was thinking about the surprise party. I’d love to make the cake. Linden’s been wonderful. I just don’t know what her favorite is, so I thought Boxer would have some insight.”
“I’ll text you his number.”
“Thanks. By the way, you’re kind of cute when you’re jealous.” I hung up before he could reply.
“You’re smiling,” Jazz said.
“I know.”
“That was also flirting.”
“I know that, too. I can’t help it.” I sighed. “He came over this morning to bring me bagels before my doctor’s appointment.”
“Sweet.”
“You know what’s even sweeter? I started to cry, and he held me. Like, really held me.”
“Why did you start crying?” she asked.
“Hormones.”
“Oh.”
I nodded. “I still feel like…”
“What?”
“He keeps getting personal insights about me, but I don’t get any about him. Not really.”
“Maybe he’s waiting to open up to you. Maybe he doesn’t want to overload you when you’ve clearly got a lot on your plate.”
“Yeah.”
“You know the solution, right?”
“What?”
“Talk to him.”
“But that involves talking to him,” I said.
“Seems inevitable, doesn’t it?”
My phone chimed with a text from Slash. It was Boxer’s number. I picked up my phone and dialed Boxer.
“This is Boxer.”
“Hi Boxer, it’s Brooklyn Palmer. We met the night of—right. You have a second?”
Chapter14
“She’sthe most beautiful van I’ve ever seen!” I exclaimed. “Oh my God, look at the logo!”
The bakery’s name and logo were painted on the side of the stark white van, glistening in the light from a fresh detail. The van hadn’t even made any weird noises when Brielle had driven it into the back parking lot of the bakery.
Brielle cut the engine. “You like it?”