Chapter 12
“We’re lucky you’re alive,” Adrianna reminded me.
“You look worried,” I said.
“I’m worried about how it will be when Anthony moves in. Are we going to be okay?” Adrianna’s worry caused cute little lines to form in her forehead.
“Why wouldn’t we be okay? Your fantasy will come true every night.”
Adrianna swerved into the parking lot of a twenty-four-hour diner and sat, the motor still running for a long time without saying a word. I’d had the last of my casts removed that morning. It was nice to have them off, but I was very weak.
“I’m excited. Maybe even a little damp,” Adrianna said before looking over at me. Her face looked as though a light had turned on inside her. Her eyes sparkled.
I smiled back at her. “Would I get to watch?”
“I’m serious,” she said.
“So am I. Wo
