“Um, yeah. I could probably do that. And if you’re up for it, I was thinking about a sleepover tonight. I could come to your place, and we could catch up—unless you have plans.” Please be free. Please be free. “No plans but you! We can watch the Pretty Woman movie in preparation—I even have popcorn on hand,” Giada said excitedly. “Sounds good. Mind if I come over straight from work? I’d have to bum pajamas from you.” “I gotcha covered. Come over whenever you can, and we’ll get this party started.” “Thanks, G. I’ll see you in a bit.” “Later, babe!” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling with a small sense of relief. If I could avoid him for the rest of the day, that would give me a little time to figure out a more long-term plan. I was still reeling from what I had learned and the implications
