7
Annie
We lapsed into silence. Jordan looked through the bottles of red in front of us. He’d put the white in a wine cooler, which I shouldn’t have been surprised that he had. He selected a bottle and expertly uncorked it.
“You’re good at that,” I told him as he tossed me the cork. I lined it up on the fireplace.
“Lots of practice. I’ve drunk my way through Napa a few times.”
“Fancy.”
“And France.”
“Of course you have.”
I’d never been anywhere. Not really. I was fourteen before I ever even left the state, and it was for a cheerleading competition in Oklahoma City that I thought was the coolest thing ever. Sutton and I went to New York City after high school graduation, and that was my first time on an airplane. I should have been terrified, and I’d promised myself that I’d travel
