kicked a chair and broke my toe, trying to reach it in time.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to call you!” I shouted into the phone, breathing hard.
“I mean, I have to hear from Chance that you and Mac can’t get out from under each other long enough to come up for air? What the hell is that?” She pretended to be pissed, but I knew she was happy for me.
I’d told her all about Mac and me finally working our issues out and deciding to be together, and she’d told me she knew it was only a matter of time before we pulled our heads out of our asses. But then she’d gotten busy with moving back to New York after Chance’s season ended and building the new branch of her dad’s business that we hadn’t been talking as much as usual. The time difference never helped either.
“I know. I’ve been a bad friend, but listen,” I started saying, hoping she’d shut up long enough for me to get this out, “it’s about Thanksgiving.”
“You mean, OUR holiday? The holiday that was created for me and you? That Thanksgiving?”
I laughed. “Yes, that one.”
“Okay. What about it?”
“I was wondering what you thought about Mac and me coming there for it? I mean, I haven’t asked Mac yet. And I have no idea what your plans even are, but my mom mentioned it a while back, and I can’t stop thinking about it, but I keep forgetting to ask you.”
“Oh my gosh!” she literally yelled into the phone, and I had to pull it away from my ear. “YES! Do you hear me? We’re staying in New York for Thanksgiving and having it with my dad. And then we’re all going to California to see Chance’s family for Christmas. So, YES! YES! Come out! Stay with us. Now, you have to because I’m so excited, I can’t see straight!”
“What if Mac says no?” I asked, and Danika guffawed super loud.
“He won’t. But if he does, you come anyway! You’ve never been here. It will be so much fun. And I’m dying to show you the office, so I can offer you a job and make you come work with me. And it’s Thanksgiving! In New York, Sunny! I’m going to book you a ticket, so you can’t say no.” Danika was talking a mile a minute, and I swore I heard computer keys typing in the background. I wouldn’t put it past her to book me a ticket before we hung up the phone.
“Danika! Let me talk to Mac first. And I need to tell my mom to make sure she’s really okay with it. But I’m so glad you said yes.”
We were both so freaking riled up that we couldn’t stop shouting our responses to each other.
“I’m so happy! I’m going to plan it all out. Now, go do what you need to do. I need to find Chance, tell him the news, and then jump his bones.”
“I give you this news, and he gets the reward?” I asked with a laugh.
“Well, I’m not jumping your bones, so yes! If I’m excited, he gets to hear all about it. While I’m on his penis.”
Rolling my eyes, I sucked in a breath. “Being with Chance has changed you. You’re a foul-mouthed little hussy now.”
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
“It’s something all right.”
“Go away. Find a flight. Convince Mac to come with. And then send me all the details,” she said before ending the call, and I stared at the phone in my hand, looking at a blank screen.
I guess that answered that question. I was going to New York for Thanksgiving!
I shot my mom a text:
ME: Big Apple Turkey Day is a go! My fingers are crossed for that cruise of yours to Mexico.
MOM: Considering the fact that I’ve already booked and paid for said cruise, I’m going, no matter what.
ME: Did you tell Dad yet? My bet’s on no.
MOM: Smart ass. But, no.
Her response made me laugh. I wouldn’t put it past her to drag my dad, kicking and screaming, all the way to the port if she had to.
MOM: Is Mac, your hottie-with-the-body boyfriend, going to New York with you?
ME: I haven’t asked him yet but I’m hoping he says yes.
MOM: Just in case you’ve forgotten, I still haven’t met him. And if you don’t bring him to me soon, I’ll just go to him.
ME: What? You’ll go to him?
MOM: They have this thing called the internet. It shows his baseball schedule and