I know her face is about to split in two; she’s grinning so hard.“Parker has impressed me,” she finally says. “And so have you.”“Me?”“Yeah, you,” she confirms. Standing from her seat at my kitchen table, she moves beside me at the counter. “Nikki Reese settling down,” she chuckles.“We’re seeing how it goes,” I clarify. “That hardly constitutes as settling down.” Moving to the fridge, I grab two Cokes and head back to the table. Edie follows. I know, I know, I know. I shouldn’t drink Coke, I remind myself. But one a day . . . I have to have it. I have to or I’ll die. Maybe not die, but something close to it. Or I’ll make everyone around me wish I would. Or wish they would.“But that’s a huge step.” Edie beams.“It’s . . . something,” I reply.“So what’s the plan?”“There isn’t one at the moment,” I snort. “I’ll have to move. My father has ultimately said unless I come crawling back to him and apologize, he won’t help me. So that means I have to move and get a new car.”“Move where?”
