‘She’s good,’ I say. ‘I think I’m going to try and call her this evening if you’re around.’
He shakes his head. ‘I’ll leave you to it. I think I’m going out later.’
Shock. ‘Where are you going?’
‘I think …’ Stevie says, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening an app ‘… I’m going on a date.’
He turns the screen and shows me a man with long, dark hair and an eyebrow ring.
‘Nice.’ I look down at my phone. It hasn’t made a soundsince Mom rang me yesterday, apart from one text from Remy sending me a video of a man accidentally falling into a swimming pool.
‘I’ll stay with you until the end of the game, though,’ he says, grinning at me. ‘I need to make sure you don’t get beaten up on Saturday.’
I roll my eyes. ‘It won’t be that bad.’
‘No,’ he says, putting his phone away. ‘It’s fun. Apparently.’
My stomach lurches as I spot an email from Brian popping up on my phone titled:I think I’ve found her.
‘Oh God …’ I mutter, showing Stevie my phone. Before I can stop him, he grabs it out of my hand. ‘Give it back! How do you know my password?’
‘You’ve had the same password since you were eleven,’ Stevie says, turning his body around on the sofa to face me.
‘Don’t send anything back, that’s my boss.’
‘Oh wow.’ Stevie lets out a long whistle.
I groan. ‘What? What’s he sent?’
‘I think this is the shortlist. Forty women have replied.’
‘Forty!’ I nearly drop my beer.
Despite myself, my heart lifts slightly.
What if she’s there? What if it really is going to be that easy?
‘And they’ve sent their phone numbers. Right,’ he pulls his long legs up to his chest, ‘you’re going to pick one and go on a date tonight. We can do a double date, it’ll be fun.’
‘No.’
‘If you don’t pick, I’m going to pick for you.’
‘Fuck off.’
‘So, what did this girl look like?’ he says, narrowing his eyes as he scrolls freely through my phone. ‘I’ll whittle it down.’
‘Urgh. I don’t know.’ I push my thumb and forefinger against my forehead. ‘Do we have to do this?’
‘Yes. What was her ethnicity?’
‘White.’
‘Hair colour?’
‘Dark.’
‘Long or short hair?’