I was turninginto an Olivia addict, but I didn’t say that. And after how quiet she’d been the past few days, I was just grateful she was texting me more frequently again. The situation with my dad had been weighing on me, but it was nothing compared to how I felt when faced with Olivia’s absence from my life. And that terrified me.
It’s all your fault.
Olivia: Right. Sure it is.
Olivia: Actually, there’s a new release I’ve been interested in reading.
I typed out a quick reply.
Romance? Fantasy? General fiction?
Olivia: Romance.
Tropes?
Olivia: Age gap. Opposites attract. Bodyguard romance.
Can you sense me rolling my eyes from New York?
Olivia: Why? Because of the age gap?
She was teasing.We both knew it. Before I could respond, a new message came through.
Olivia: Seriously? I thought it could be interesting. You can fact-check it.
I can tell you right now, it’s going to be mostly wrong.
Olivia: Oh, come on. Give the author a little credit. ??
Why? Is this a fantasy of yours? Bodyguard romance. ????
Three dots appeared then disappeared.Then reappeared again, dancing on the screen. What was she thinking?
Olivia: Wouldn’t you love to know. ??
Seriously?This woman was maddening at times.
If it is, I might know someone who could help you fulfill that fantasy.
Olivia: Clay?
I clenchedthe phone in my hand, nearly shattering the screen. She better be joking.
Me: No. He’s married.
But even ifhe weren’t—fuck no. She was mine.
Mine?
Another text arrived while I was processing that thought.
I am so in over my head.And yet, I couldn’t stop.
Olivia: Let me think…
There is only one correct answer.
“Who’s Olivia?”Lucy asked, leaning over my shoulder.