Page 25 of Debugging Love

“Neither did I,” Morgan says.

“I can’t believe he’s been getting naked behind me every day,” I say.

“Fully naked,” Morgan adds.

“Seriously?” Kayla’s on the floor now, her back to the wall and her knees folded in front of her. “Why do you have to get naked to go on a bike ride?”

“He’s obviously been working out,” Morgan says.

“Can we not talk about naked Drew?” I cut in. “I have a serious problem here.”

Morgan waves her hands and shakes her head like she’s emptying it of memories. “Sorry. Right. What’s going on?”

“Chance ishim.”

“Who?” Morgan joins Kayla on the landing and crosses her legs.

“Him.“ I give in to peer pressure and collapse onto the floor.

“Chance is him?” Kayla says. “You mean crappy neighbor, horrifically heinous date him?”

“Yes!”

Morgan’s jaw drops. “No way.”

“Thereshouldbe no way that we just happen to keep running into each other.“ I grab a lock of hair and ferociously twist it around my finger.

“Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something.” Morgan gently lowers my hand. “Maybe it’s trying to give you a sign.”

I slump and catch my forehead with my hands. “The universe is inanimate. It doesn’t give signs.”

“She’s right,” Kayla says.

“Don’t be so cynical.” Morgan waves away Kayla’s comment.

Kayla swats back. “I have evidence. This morning I tried to manifest a snow day and it didn’t happen.”

“It doesn’t snow in South Carolina,” Morgan says.

“Sometimes it does. And if it did, I might be able to stay home and sleep in.”

Morgan looks at Kayla dully. “It’s July.”

“Point is, I had to wake up at six thirty and get my tushy here. The universe didn’t listen.”

I sigh and straighten. “It doesn’t have ears.”

“You two are impossible. This could be the most romantic thing to happen to Danni ever.”

“If the most romantic thing to happen to me is working with the guy who bruised my butt, I’m throwing in the towel. No husband or babies for me.”

Kayla hiccups. “Aw, snails.”

“Here we go again,” Morgan says.

“I’m sick of esophageal spasms.” Kayla throws up her hands. “Also, I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Thanks universe. Given these challenges, I’m having trouble tracking. What are we talking about again?”

“We’re talking about how romantic it is that Danni keeps running into Chance.” Morgan grabs a ruffle on her rayon blouse and rubs the fabric thoughtfully between her thumb and forefinger. “Isn’t there a rule of threes?”

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