“Where did you come from?” says Jake, peering behind me as if he’s looking for an alien spacecraft or a teleportation device. “Umm, the airport,” I admit with a shrug. “Did I know you were coming?” he says. Then he gasps, eyes wide. “Ohmygod, did I forget to pick you up?” “No,” I say with a laugh. “No, this visit wasn’t planned.” “Oh, thank God,” he says, his free hand splayed over his chest like he’s trying to keep his heart from jumping through his skin. “Rachel would’ve made me sleep on the couch for a week if I left her best friend high and dry at the airport…well, high and wet,” he adds,
...more
