Chapter Seventeen
The phone rang promptly at ten o’clock the next morning. I followed the ten/ten rule — “don’t call before ten in the morning or after ten at night unless you have explicit permission or someone’s dead” — so I figured it was probably Nina checking in to see how the date with Brad had gone. Sure enough, it was her cell number on the display. With a sigh, I picked up my phone and headed for the couch; I had a feeling this might take a while.
She didn’t even bother to say hello. “So?” she asked.
“So, what?” I said.
“So, how did it go? Did you pledge your undying love to one another?”
“Very funny,” I commented, then lifted the remote and turned down the sound on my stereo. I’d actually been up for hours; even with my roaming around the house and the general edginess that
