Page 93 of Don't Go
"You are the manager on weekends, Sabrina."
"I'll write the letter regardless. I'll copy myself."
He laughed.
My phone buzzed.
Beau
Heading to the dumpling place on Park for lunch. Bonnie wants the dumplings. Come if you can.
I was already typing.
Sabrina
See you in twenty.
I told Kit I was taking my break. I left through the back, and I walked the four blocks to the dumpling place.
They were at a corner booth.
Bonnie had a dumpling halfway to her mouth. Beau had Bonnie's water bottle in his hand. They were laughing about something.
Bonnie spotted me. "Mom."
"Hi, baby." I slid into the booth and kissed the top of her head. I kissed Beau's mouth — short and quick. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Are we doing this in front of dumplings?"
"I have twenty-two minutes. We are doing this in front of dumplings."
He laughed.
He pushed the plate of dumplings at me. Bonnie pushed the dipping sauce.
"Beau."
"Yeah, Bonnie."
"Are you coming to my birthday?"
I went still around the dumpling.
Beau — and this was the thing about him I hadn't yet figured out how to dislike — looked at me over the top of Bonnie's head. He didn't answer her until he had asked for my permission.
"If your mom says yes."
"She will. Right, Mom?"
I looked at her, at Beau, then back at her.
"Yes, of course, baby," I said, smiling.
Bonnie nodded and returned to the dumpling.
Beau's eyes didn't leave me.
I said yes, and I meant yes, and I also — and here was the part of the wrecking-ball voice I wasn't going to be able to mute — thought before I was able to say yes,If she makes it to her birthday.
