Page 61 of A Crazy Kind of Love
I hadn’t thought about what a messy meal this would be, but it was one of Zion’s favorites, and he didn’t mind getting it all over his hands and face. Micah didn’t stand on ceremony either. So I dug in, too. We were all too busy “mmming” to care. I sipped the wine economically. I knew Zion only wanted to help me fit in, but I didn’t even like wine.
Micah said, “Sho whajyu wanna ju?”
“What?”
He swallowed his food. “What do you want to do? What do you normally do?”
Zion said, “I usually read up on the latest medical discoveries. Josie practices jujitsu.”
In truth, usually I tied up any loose ends from work or—“Oh, shit. I never submitted my story.” I jumped up and froze, trying to remember where I’d left my gear. “Stay there. I have to do something.”
While I hunted for my camera, Zion grilled Micah about Adrianna. Micah said, “Sorry. She’s more friends with Adam and Eden than me.”
I sat on the sofa and eavesdropped on them while uploading the day’s pictures. I just sent everything without going through it all. Then I turned on my laptop. Thankfully, I’d already written the story, so I hit Send. “Done.”
Micah pushed his chair back and turned it around to face me. “I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“What do you like to be called?”
“What?”
“When I met you, you introduced yourself to me as Jo and as Josie. And I know you don’t want to be called Anika. Zion calls you Josie. I like Josie. It’s pretty. It fits you.”
“Then I like Josie.”
“Josie. I might need to write a song.”
Goose bumps shot down my arms. Then I thought about his concert and asked, “A hard rock song called ‘Josie’?”
Micah scowled. “You don’t know any of my music, do you? I have several solo acoustic CDs, you know.”
I blanched. “I—”
He jumped up. “Now I know what we’re doing tonight. Get your things.”
“Where are we going?”
“My place.”
He pushed his chair in as though that were the end of the debate, but Zion held up his hand. “Wait a second. Will you be coming back here tonight?”
Micah shrugged as if he hadn’t thought about it. “She can stay the night.” He looked at me. “You can stay the night, right?”
“Uh, yeah. I just need to pack some things.” I got up and fetched a small travel case so I could carry all the crap only I had to worry about.
I opened the fridge and took a deep breath before I began the rundown. “First, I’m packing a couple of syringes. These are for emergency only, in case my blood glucose spikes. I’m pretty good about watching my sugars—”
Zion butted in. “Too good probably. You shouldn’t need those.”
“Just in case.” I held up a small black phone book, saying, “Emergency phone numbers.”
Zion added, “The hospital, the pharmacy, me, her mother, her doctor, everyone you might need to reach is in here.”
I tucked the phone book in with the syringes. “We can program your phone with the numbers, too. But I keep them on paper for traveling.”
Micah’s eyebrows drew together. “Do you normally need all this?”
