I waited patiently in the living room, doing my best to stay cool the way Brooke had told me. I had turned on the television and was pretending I was interested in whatever reality TV was on.
It was over an hour since he said he would be here soon.
I took my phone out of my pocket for the fifth time in as many minutes, and Brooke sighed dramatically.
“He isn’t going to arrive any sooner if you keep checking that, you know.”
“I know. But what if he can’t find the apartment? Or if he’s held up? Or if something happened?”
“What if he doesn’t show up at all?”
I had been avoiding mentioning that possibility, but I knew in my heart that he wouldn’t be arriving to pick the stupid notes up.
“He was just messing with me, wasn’t he?”
“Victoria, if he stands you up you know he is not worth yo
