Page 11 of Only If You Dare

“I’m serious. I’m not saying it to boost your ego.”

“That’s good to know.”

“I was thinking,” Santana paused, and I evaluated her.

“What?” I asked.

“What do you think about me possibly moving to Chicago with you?”

My brows rose then I frowned. “No way, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Everyone you know is here in Houston.”

“First, you wouldn’t be asking me to do anything and secondly, I would love to venture out and see what another city has to offer. Besides, I would know you.” She wiggled her brows.

I sat back in my seat. “You’re serious.”

At the dumbfounded look on my face, Santana folded her arms across her chest. “Of course, I am. Just tell me now if you don’t want me to go.”

“No, of course, I would love for you to be there! That would be awesome! I just don’t want you to commit to something you haven’t given much thought to. I would feel responsible for your misery.”

She laughed. “I hardly doubt I’d be miserable.”

“If this is something you would really like to do, then you could stay with me and my mother until you found your own space.”

She perked up again and squealed.

“But I have to forewarn you. My mother can be something like a pistol.”

She laughed. “Hopefully I’ll be her favorite.”

“I don’t know about all that.”

Santana laughed again. “So, it’s official then.”

“Is it?”

She gave me a begrudging look.

“Okay then,” I said. “It’s official.”

This time we both squealed.

“What’s your next step with your assignment?”

“I have an appointment to see my doctor tomorrow. It was a blessing to even get one so quickly, but I told him it was an emergency.”

“Oh my goodness, he’s going to think you’ve got rabies or something.”

We both snickered.

“He’ll find out shortly that I don’t. However, when I get home I need to pull out my dusty passport and see if it’s any good.”

“How long have you had it?”

“Feels like about eight years now, give or take.”

“I think you get ten years before it expires.”

“Either way, Julian says if it is expired we can grab a visitor’s visa.”