“So what you’re saying, is that you’re breaking our tradition, our sacred Saturday nap tradition, to go hang around a stunning bisexual opera tenor?” On the phone, Nash’s voice was full of humor. “I’ve taught you well.”
I was already halfway out my front door. “You forgive me? Really? And Nash, I’ll so make it up to you. I’ll fix you dinner and—”
“Yeah. No. Don’t fix me dinner.” Nash laughed that quirky laugh I adored. “Tell you what I want.”
“What? Anything.” I shut the front door behind me and stood on the balcony. It was a perfect mid-September day. Crisp blue sky. Not too hot. Not too cold. I could wear my favorite hoodie sweater. “Tell me.”
“Don’t lose yourself in him.”
I froze, his words poking at something raw inside me. The truth. My secret fears.
“Because you know how you ge
