“There’s also a complication,” I admitted, worrying my bottom lip. “He asked me to come to Boston with him this weekend.” Magnolia leaped out of her seat and danced around her chair. “Fuck yeah! Our little Lila is getting some.” “It’s for work,” I explained. “Gus was supposed to go with him, but there was some road issue, and Finn can’t go because Adele is due any day now.”
