Page 45 of Entangled
“Hellooooo?” Dahlia says.
“What?”
“I asked what you want for Christmas.”
“Sorry. Didn’t hear you. I don’t want anything.”
“Bullshit.”
I clench the phone in my hand. “Let me rephrase. You can’t give me what I want.”
* * *
An hour conversationand far too many details later, I climb into bed. I made the mistake of telling Dahlia I slept with Rowan, then had to deal with her hysterical laughter and vibrator puns. When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
My phone chimes with a text. It’s Dahlia—probably to antagonize me some more.
Dahlia: Hey, Buzz. I have an idea. It’s brilliant and you can thank me later.
Henry: I’m listening.
Dahlia: You said Austin called her house this morning before picking you up. Why don’t you text him and ask what number he called?
Henry: Fuck. I hadn’t thought of that.
Dahlia: That’s because they saved the brains in the family for me. You’re welcome.
Henry: Thanks, Dahl. Love you.
Dahlia: Love you more. I’ll send you my flight info when I book it.
I send a thumbs-up emoji instead of any real response. I guess my holiday plans are settled. In typical Dahlia fashion, she’s coming whether I like it or not.
Truth be told, I don’t hate the idea.
I tap out a text to Austin. He responds a few minutes later.
Austin: That escalated quickly.
Henry: Shut up and give me the number.
Austin: Only if I get a wedding invitation.
Henry: Won’t be making THAT mistake again.
Austin: Never say never, my friend.
He texts me the number and I save it in my phone.
Henry: Thanks.
With a deep breath, I dial Rowan’s number, praying it isn’t too late to call her. Especially since I kept her up all night.
“Hello?”
“Evening, Princess.”
“Henry!”
