I laughed. “Parker, it’s me.”
“I think I’m specifically not supposed to tell you.”
What?“Did his date’s name start with a G?”
“Lots of names start with G.”
“Parker.”
She giggled.
“Parker, just tell me.”
“He said it was going to make you mad. So I don’t want to say.”
My stomach dropped. “Was it Georgia?”
“Maybe.”
“It’s a yes or no question, Parker.”
She shrugged. “Yes. But I’ve been calling her George. Because I don’t like her.”
I laughed. “Yeah. That’s a much better name for her. Have you met her?”
“No, but I don’t like Ax’s girlfriends that aren’t you.”
It felt like my heart was cracking. And I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cute thing she’d just said about me. Or the fact that she’d referred to Georgia as Axel’s girlfriend. “Is George his girlfriend?”
“I think so.”
My stomach churned. How long had this been going on? I pulled out my phone and texted him. “Did you seriously ask George to be your girlfriend?”
The minutes ticked by without a response. I slid onto the floor with Parker and grabbed a crayon. “So what are we drawing?”
“That.” She pointed to the window.
I looked down at her drawing of the cityscape. “That’s really good, Parker.”
“I know.”
I shook my head. I could learn a thing or two about confidence from her. I tried to start drawing too. But the red crayon I’d grabbed made it look like the city was bleeding.
My phone finally buzzed.
I pulled it out to see Axel’s response.
“Lol, George? Are you with Parker right now?”
Asshole.“Yes. I’m babysitting because you’re too busy whoring around. Answer my question.”
“I didn’t askGeorgiato be my girlfriend.”
Okay. Well that was good. But... “Are you with her right now?”
“Yes.”
“Axel, you promised me last night that she wouldn’t be the next person you kissed.”