Chapter Five
Jen
Mom was hosting a New Year’s Eve party.
Wanting to avoid heavy traffic, I started for Los Angeles in the morning, the note in my pocket. I’d debated all week whether to call him or not, the note mocking my hesitance from the refrigerator.
I stopped for lunch at a diner within city limits and used the pay phone. Yeah, I was the only person under forty that still didn’t own a cellphone.
The person on the other end of the line picked up after two rings. “Yeah?”
Dylan’s voice.
I sighed in relief that it was a real number.
“Hello?”
Speak. “Oh, hi… I mean, this is Dylan, right?”
Speak“Jen?”
Was it my imagination, or did he sound excited to hear from me? “Yeah.”
“I was starting to think…um, what’s up?”
I chewed my lip. “Well, I know it’s last minute, but…do you have
