Chapter 7

Over dinner, Meredith asks, “So, tell me.”

“Hmm?” I manage around a mouthful of food.

She shakes her head. “Swallow first.”

I do. “Done. Tell you what?”

“What have you been up to since I saw you last?”

I know she means since high school, but it’s more fun to pretend to take her literally, so I do. “Hmm, let’s see…” I spear the last mussel from its shell and pop it in my mouth to chew on thoughtfully. “Well, I went home, called my mom to tell her I got the job—she asked about you, by the way—then logged online to like your company page on Facebook—”

“No, not today!” Meredith laughs.

“You said since you saw me last,” I point out. “That was this morning when I came in for my interview. Which was the easiest I ever aced, let me tell you.”

Playfully she kicks my leg under the table. “You know what I meant.”