Chapter Twenty-Seven “Ugh. Do you have to be so OCD?” Tyler asked. “We really have to come all the way back to make sure you turned off the stove?” Tyler made a face. “I wanted to grab drinks.” His tone of voice was the definition of the word petulant. “It’s one of my last nights in town.” Tyler had been sulking since they left the restaurant. It was a couple days after Valentine’s Day, and Tyler would be leaving for Cali soon. “It’ll just take a minute.” Marci opened the door to the apartment and pushed Tyler inside. When she flipped on the light, a room full of people shouted, “Surprise!” Tyler screamed and clapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh my God!” Then he turned to Marci and hugged her. “You’re such a good liar!” he exclaimed as he jumped up and down with her. Everyone laughed. “I know you didn’t think we’d let you go without a party,” Marci said. “I was beginning to wonder,” Tyler said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.
