Chapter 40

Joey starts, “We won’t—”

But I cut him off. “Don’t wait up.”

* * * *

After dinner, Joey follows me upstairs. “What are you going to wear?” he wants to know, staring into his wardrobe as if the perfect outfit will just jump out at him. With a laugh, he admits, “I haven’t gone out in forever.”

“Jeans will do.” I’m already wearing my last pair, but I’ll change my shirt—no need to get too dressed up, really. I’ll already be with the only guy I want. Over my shoulder, I watch Joey pull out a pair of stone-washed jeans. “Those are good.”