Chapter Thirty-Six
Jen
Tuesday
Dylan’s parents were arriving today at eleven and he was having a morning.
a morningHe was awake before me, yet somehow running behind getting ready. I’d watched him burn his hand with coffee, spill the powder for his protein shake (because there was no time to cook), and try on three different shirts.
“I can stay home and you can pick them up alone if that’s easier,” I said from a safe distance. He’d finally settled on a long-sleeve tee and sat to tie his sneakers.
“No. I’m not taking your car without you.”
“Okay. It’s just a drive from LAX to their hotel.” One his truck wasn’t suitable for.
He patted his pockets. “Where’d I leave my wallet?”
“Here.” I picked it up from the bathroom counter, the same place he left it every night.
“Thanks.”
I smoot
