Two seconds later it opens to reveal Chloe, laughing.
I say, “Is she getting weirder in her old age?”
Chloe replies, “She’s a total whack job. And she’s talking about getting cats, so we might want to arrange an intervention. Come in.”
She pulls me over the threshold, closes the door behind me, and gives me a hug. Looking effortlessly gorgeous in a simple white shirt and blue jeans, ballet flats on her feet, her long blonde hair in a ponytail and not a speck of makeup on her face, she sets her hands on my shoulders. “I hear you’re in love.”
I purse my lips. “Is that what you call it when you feel like you have been electrocuted and injected with mind-altering chemicals, are deliriously happy but also constantly on the verge of panic, and are so horny you could be a case study for a boo
