35
I went downstairs to a little store in the hotel and located a new razor, vanilla scented shower gel, and makeup. Since it was my birthday and the last time I’d be seeing Bryce for a while, I wanted to look extra special.
“Fancy meeting you here,” said Billie, entering the store.
“Oh, I’m just picking up some things.”
He looked at my pile of beauty supplies in the basket and raised his eyebrows. “Big night?”
I laughed. “Well, it’s my birthday.”
His jaw dropped. “It’s your birthday? Seriously?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He smiled. “What are you twenty-one, now?”
Billie knew how old I was. We’d discussed it on our road trip awhile back. “I feel seventy-one.”
He lowered his voice. “Watch how loud you say that. Old Henry might hear and ask you for a date.”
“Henry doesn’t date anyone over
