Page 127 of When You Had Me Adapting

“Tomorrow, maybe. He said he would call me.”

My phone pings and I grab it, secretly hoping it’s him.

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“Is that Jace?” Poppy asks.

“Oh, no. Apparently Good Vibrations is running a summer sale.” I laugh and sip my wine. “Anybody need a new vibe?”

“Maybe you should buy your new boyfriend a present,” Gray teases.

Chloe gets up and grabs the bottle of wine. “I’m excited for the wedding,” she says, changing the subject. She returns and tops off all of our glasses.

“I didn’t know you were coming to the wedding,” I say.

“I’m Gray and Wren’s plus one,” she laughs.

“Can you believe those assholes didn’t give us a plus one?” Gray asks. “We persuaded Enzo to agree to us each having half of a plus one. He said it was the best he could do.”

“I’m glad you’re taking a break from work and coming,” I say. “How will the hospital and the clinic manage without you next weekend?”

“Very funny,” Gray deadpans.

“What’s everyone wearing?” Wren asks.

“I still need to get a dress,” I admit.

“Girl, the wedding is next weekend,” Poppy says. “How do you not have a dress yet?”

“I know, but I haven’t had time.”

“You’re going to have to get something really hot,” Gray says. “Especially now that you’ll have a date.”

The conversation continues about dresses and Donovan and Enzo’s wedding. My phone pings again and when I look down I smile when I see who the text is from. My friends’ voices fade into the background.

Jace: How’s girls’ night?

Lacey: Fun!

Jace: I miss you.

Lacey: I miss you too.

My cheeks heat as I hit send. I might as well be seventeen again, hiding my phone under my desk and texting him in the middle of algebra.

“Lacey.” Poppy’s voice catches my attention.

“What?” I look up from my phone and all four of my friends are staring at me.

“Who are you texting over there?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Laughter fills our small living room. The rest of the night is filled with more wine and catching up. We talk about anything and everything. I’m so thankful to work with a group of women I can also call my friends. At some point, we decide snacks are a good idea, and Chloe makes a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

“So, anyway, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Wren says around a cookie. “They said we all have to move out by the end of October.”

“Can they terminate your leases like that?”

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