because my leaving was going to affect my relationship with Andy. It felt like a ‘make it or break it’ situation.
“You lucky bitches. I need to find myself a man like the two of you have,” Sasha grumbled. Her comment instantly brought back the memory of my friend Ben asking for her number.
“Sash, did you get a call from Ben?” I asked, remembering I gave him her phone number during one of our rehearsals for the anniversary party back in December. Shit. I cannot believe I forgot about giving him Sasha’s number.
“Ben?” she asked, confused.
“Yeah, Ben Ellis. He asked me for your number a while back. Did he not call you?”
She sighed and seemed a little upset. “No, he did not.”
I felt bad because I brought it up and now she knew he was going to call her but didn’t. I pulled out my cell and shot him a text asking why he never called her. We made it through airport security and went to find a seat at our terminal. We sat for a while talking about what we wanted to do while we were in Cabo.
My phone pinged with a text from Ben. He apologized for not calling Sasha. He let me know the band became busy, but he was going to call her right then to see if she wanted to go out to dinner with him. I sent him a text back telling him she was with me and on her way to Cabo for a week.
Sasha’s cell rang as soon as I hit send. She almost hit the ignore button when she didn’t recognize the phone number calling her.
“Answer it. It’s Ben,” I ordered her, with a sneaky grin.
She curled her fingers into a fist and gave me a teasing look, as if she wanted to punch me. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her. Secretly, I knew she was thrilled I’d given him her number. She finally answered her phone and pretended she didn’t know he was calling. Apparently wanting some privacy, Sasha stood up and walked to the windows to watch the planes take off.
Since we made it through security quickly, we had thirty more minutes to wait for our plane. Jess was engrossed in a book she’d been reading for a few days and Sasha was still on the phone with Ben. I took out my iPod and started the new Snow Patrol album I’d bought prior to our trip. I reached inside my purse and picked out a new book to read.
We were going to be on a plane for five hours, with a quick stop in Phoenix where we had to change planes. I quickly immersed myself in my book and before I knew it, Jess was standing in front of me mouthing something. I yanked out my earbuds so I could hear her.
“They just called our flight, Z. Let’s go! Let’s go!” she squealed.
Why did I have such an achy, empty feeling in my gut? Even though things were strained, Andy was the best thing to happen in my life, aside from my adoption, and I left him.
“Quit thinking about him. You need to do this for yourself,” Jess said as she grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my chair. “Shit. Sorry, Z, I forgot about your bruises. Did I hurt you?”
I laughed so hard I had to hold on to my stomach to stop it from hurting.
“What?”
“First off, you said the word shit , and secondly, I was tossed ten feet by a man everyone is describing as the size of an NFL linebacker and I survived. I am pretty sure I can take being manhandled by someone as tiny and puny as you.”
Jess put her hand over her heart, her mouth dropping open like she was offended. “Why, you giant, Amazon wench!” she yelled, looking up at me. “How dare you?”
Jess was petite. I don’t think she even weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet and was over six inches shorter than I was.
Jess, Sasha, and I were quite the trio. Me being tall, blonde, and slim, Jess was petite with dark mocha skin and black curly hair. Jess was cute, bubbly, and never had a bad word to say about anyone. She never cussed and was the sweetest person I’d ever known.
Then there was Sasha. Sasha had been gothic for as long as I’d known her and wore dark clothes and makeup. Her stick straight hair was styled
“You lucky bitches. I need to find myself a man like the two of you have,” Sasha grumbled. Her comment instantly brought back the memory of my friend Ben asking for her number.
“Sash, did you get a call from Ben?” I asked, remembering I gave him her phone number during one of our rehearsals for the anniversary party back in December. Shit. I cannot believe I forgot about giving him Sasha’s number.
“Ben?” she asked, confused.
“Yeah, Ben Ellis. He asked me for your number a while back. Did he not call you?”
She sighed and seemed a little upset. “No, he did not.”
I felt bad because I brought it up and now she knew he was going to call her but didn’t. I pulled out my cell and shot him a text asking why he never called her. We made it through airport security and went to find a seat at our terminal. We sat for a while talking about what we wanted to do while we were in Cabo.
My phone pinged with a text from Ben. He apologized for not calling Sasha. He let me know the band became busy, but he was going to call her right then to see if she wanted to go out to dinner with him. I sent him a text back telling him she was with me and on her way to Cabo for a week.
Sasha’s cell rang as soon as I hit send. She almost hit the ignore button when she didn’t recognize the phone number calling her.
“Answer it. It’s Ben,” I ordered her, with a sneaky grin.
She curled her fingers into a fist and gave me a teasing look, as if she wanted to punch me. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her. Secretly, I knew she was thrilled I’d given him her number. She finally answered her phone and pretended she didn’t know he was calling. Apparently wanting some privacy, Sasha stood up and walked to the windows to watch the planes take off.
Since we made it through security quickly, we had thirty more minutes to wait for our plane. Jess was engrossed in a book she’d been reading for a few days and Sasha was still on the phone with Ben. I took out my iPod and started the new Snow Patrol album I’d bought prior to our trip. I reached inside my purse and picked out a new book to read.
We were going to be on a plane for five hours, with a quick stop in Phoenix where we had to change planes. I quickly immersed myself in my book and before I knew it, Jess was standing in front of me mouthing something. I yanked out my earbuds so I could hear her.
“They just called our flight, Z. Let’s go! Let’s go!” she squealed.
Why did I have such an achy, empty feeling in my gut? Even though things were strained, Andy was the best thing to happen in my life, aside from my adoption, and I left him.
“Quit thinking about him. You need to do this for yourself,” Jess said as she grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my chair. “Shit. Sorry, Z, I forgot about your bruises. Did I hurt you?”
I laughed so hard I had to hold on to my stomach to stop it from hurting.
“What?”
“First off, you said the word shit , and secondly, I was tossed ten feet by a man everyone is describing as the size of an NFL linebacker and I survived. I am pretty sure I can take being manhandled by someone as tiny and puny as you.”
Jess put her hand over her heart, her mouth dropping open like she was offended. “Why, you giant, Amazon wench!” she yelled, looking up at me. “How dare you?”
Jess was petite. I don’t think she even weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet and was over six inches shorter than I was.
Jess, Sasha, and I were quite the trio. Me being tall, blonde, and slim, Jess was petite with dark mocha skin and black curly hair. Jess was cute, bubbly, and never had a bad word to say about anyone. She never cussed and was the sweetest person I’d ever known.
Then there was Sasha. Sasha had been gothic for as long as I’d known her and wore dark clothes and makeup. Her stick straight hair was styled
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