Somewhere in the background, I heard Jake say, "And don't forget the balcony thing."
"Oh, stop it," she told him. "You wouldn’t really."
"You wanna bet?"
She returned to the phone and chirped, "Alright, it's settled. Talk to you later. Bye."
And then, with a click, she was gone.
I felt my gaze narrow. I had the distinct impression that I'd just been massively manipulated. But for whose benefit? Mine? Or hers?
I decided to think aboutthatlater.
For now, while I had some semblance of privacy, I was dying to hear Joel's message.
