Jenny
"Thank God and a goose, it's Friday." I kick off my shoes and drop onto the couch. Across the room, in the kitchen, Nico is standing at the stove where I've come to expect him to be at the end of each day. Of course, since the Mollie incident of a week ago, I never assume that he'll be there alone.
Nico's ex-or more accurately, his on-again, off-again friend with benefits-had turned out to be as nice as he'd claimed. The three of us had a great time at dinner, once I relaxed. But still . . . I'm coming to realize that this interlude with Nico is just that: a brief epoch in time when we're both living under the same roof, flirting a little and having fun. I'm fully aware, though, that the day is coming soon when he'll finally get a job and move. Or maybe he'll meet someone and fall
