Chapter 21

She grins. “Mr. Moneybags showing off. So when exactly did you two kiss? Before dinner? Over dessert? Details, Jason. You’re a writer, for Christ’s sake.”

“In the parking lot,” I say, smothering a smile of my own at the memory.

I must reminisce too long, because Dawn gives an exasperated sigh and asks, “Well? Tell me how it happened.”

“I go, you know, Tyler’s at my sister’s—”

She squeals. “You mentioned me!”

I laugh. “I said, do you maybe want to come back to my place—”

She squeals louder, the coffee in her mug sloshing around dangerously. Dawn’s suddenly fifteen again, giggling over gossip. “Oh my God!”

“I said, if you’re interested. The way he looked at me, I already knew, but you know, I had to ask.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” Dawn twirls her hand, hurrying me on. “And then?”

“Then he kissed me,” I say. Over her excited blather, I add, “Said hell yeah, he’s interested. So we went back to my place.”