Chapter 6Myles is going to be here in about fifteen minutes, so I need to get myself together. I was doing fine, Bump. I came home from work, had a nice long shower, got dressed, clicked into my favorite playlist on my phone, poured myself a glass of white wine, and got started on dinner. I was slicing mushrooms, when the annoying email notification interrupted the music. I grabbed my phone to turn the notifications off, and that’s when I saw I had a new email from Nick.
Nick doesn’t write emails. He doesn’t text, either. He’s too embarrassed about his dyslexia to spell anything out, even with the spellcheck turned on. He can’t tell if the auto-correct is, well, correct. So you can imagine my shock when I saw he’d actually created an email account and wrote me. Technically—I found out a f
