Lanie
The light turned yellow, and I slowed the car down, not in any rush to get to my parents’ house.
“When are you leaving?” I asked Erica.
“First thing tomorrow morning,” she answered, her voice coming through the car’s speakers. “Traffic is going to be a bitch.”
“You’re not complaining about the romantic weekend your boyfriend is taking you on already, are you?”
“Never.”
I smiled to myself. Each time we’d talked since the interaction with Dirty Pirate Guy, aka Troy, Erica had gushed about Matt in one way or another. It seemed that having another guy ask her out was all it took for her to remember she was, as she put it, one of the luckiest people in the world.
“And when are you back?”
“Sunday night. It’s the full, extended weekend, baby.”
“Sounds nice.” The light changed to gr
