Chapter 12

“Because we’re still driving back to New York at some point this weekend,” she said. “If this date goes well, what’re you going to do about the fact that you live almost two hours apart?”

“When we found him online, that two hours was nothing to overcome.”

“That was for a one-time thing.”

With a laugh, Jett slipped his phone back into his pocket. “It’s just one date. Why don’t we see how today goes first before we start worrying about my future, okay?”

Tatum let it go, but her concern for him was a tangible third in the car when he caved on her demands he drive her to the outlets to spend the day shopping while he played out his high school dreams. He couldn’t even insist she take herself. Tatum fell into that native New Yorker demographic who never bothered to get a driver’s license because public transportation did all the work for them.

Apparently, so did obliged best friends.