“I miss you, Jayda,” she says. “I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon.” A few seconds later, she laughs. “Kisses for AJ, and be good for Daddy.” I pick up my phone from the nightstand, but I have no messages. I want to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. Even though Neesha is visiting, the weekend has sucked. I haven’t heard from Ethan since we left the Chinese restaurant Friday night, and I can’t say I blame him. If he told me someone had predicted he would marry a woman named Gina, I’d think he was nuts. Then there was Miss Minivan at Cooper’s house. I wish I had never driven by. Oh God, why am I thinking about Cooper? There is a knock on my bedroom door. “You up, sleepyhead?” Neesha asks. I remember when she slept over when we were kids, she’d be up by six making pancakes with my mother. Now she bursts into my room without waiting for a response. “I called Patty Ryan. She’s going to show us the house at eleven.” “Did you tell Ashley you were looking at it?”
