And that’s how we sleep.
The next morning, Birdie wakes us up.
“Why did you two sleep on the floor?”
“Good morning to you too,” I whisper.
“Go back to bed!” Maz groans.
“Stop treating me different,” Birdie says. “It’s done and over with.”
That’s when I pop up and grab for her hands. “It’s not done and over with, Birdie.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“You’re not me, Jaci.”
“I’m anHeir,” I say.
Birdie pulls her hands away. “So what does that mean then?”
“That means I’m not letting this go,” I say. “Actually, we need to get some coffee and something to eat. We have something to do today.”
“No plans!” Maz yells as she buries her head into a pillow. “I slept like shit last night! Jaci snores!”
“I do not snore,” I say.
“You could have had your bed,” Birdie says to Maz. Then she looks at me. “What do you have planned?”
“Just trust me,” I say.
I swipe my phone off the floor and shuffle out of Maz’s bedroom to make coffee for us.
At the last second, I decide to skip making coffee.
I don’t feel like making coffee. Or cooking. Or doing anything.
We end up going to the cafe just off campus for something to eat and drink.
The coffee tastes warm with a touch of pumpkin spice.
Yeah, I’m one of those people, deal with it.
I order a greasy breakfast sandwich that I regret because just smelling it makes my hips feel bigger.
But whatever.
Birdie eats a little more than she has been.
Maz is watching her closely.
I text Cullen and he says he has a group of us all ready to go.
He texts where to meet.
On campus but far enough away for anyoneimportantto hear.