“I wanna take you with me to Norway. You do know that, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah…I know.”
“You say the word, and I’ll stay.” I glanced over at Myles, who seemed surprised I’d say such a thing, and then looked at Derek again. “I mean—it’s a fantastic idea, a great dream, but I can postpone everything.”
Derek shook his head, wringing his hands over the table. “No way. No. I’m insecure. Kind of messed up lately. But I don’t want you to postpone anything, I swear.”
“Yeah?” I tipped my head, watching him. “We’re gonna be okay?”
Derek smiled a little. “Yes.”
“Good. All right.” I tossed my chin up at Myles. “How about you, hairdresser?”
“Me?” Myles frowned, casting his eyes down. “Uh, yeah, I’m okay.”
“Sure?” I gently kicked his foot under the table. He shot me a quick glance. “Come on, Myles, we’re having a heart to heart here.”
This time, he really looked at me. “I have nothing to say.”