“I was thinking it would be fun to go as a group. You and me, Steph and Trevor. What do you say?”
I walked to my window and watched my dad’s car drive away. “Your winter formal? I don’t even go to your school. Besides, would Stephanie even go for that?”
“So are you telling me you don’t want to go to the dance with me?” Rowan asked.
“I would just feel a little weird going to your school’s dance.” The doorbell rang, and I rolled off my bed to go answer it.
“Trevor thinks it’s a good idea.”
Trevor was in on this plan? Suddenly, everything was different. “He does?”
“He said I should ask you.”
Maybe Trevor didn’t understand that when I told him I had ended up with him in the other version of my life, that meant I wanted to end up with him in this version. Or maybe he wanted me to be there. “Okay?”
“Was that a question?”
“No, it was an answer. Yes, I’ll go.”
“Awesome. I’ll pick you up at six on Friday.”
I hung up my phone and answered the door. Trevor stood there, and I almost burst into tears from happiness and relief. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. “I just had the worst fight ever with my dad.”
When his whole body went still, I realized I didn’t have these privileges anymore. I let go and backed up with a mumbled apology.
“No.” He tentatively ran a hand down my arm. “It just took me by surprise.”
“Come in.”
He stepped inside and took everything in. I reminded myself, again, that he didn’t have the same memories I did. So he’d never been inside my house before.
“Um.” My eyes stung, and I pressed my fingers to them. “I’m sorry. This is just so hard for me.” I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath. “Can I get you anything?”
“No. I’m good.” He followed me to the couch, where we both sat down. “Has Rowan called you yet?”
“Yes, just barely. Like right before you got here.”
“Good. You said yes, right?”
“Only because he said it was your idea.”
“I wish I could ask you. I asked Stephanie after they”—he paused, then lowered his voice—“messed with my memories. I thought it was easier than having her hate me.”
I smiled. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“I want to, though. If I could un-ask Stephanie I would, but I think that would be very rude at this point.”
“It would.” My stomach twisted when I realized that at some point Stephanie was going to find out that Trevor and I were . . . were what? Getting to know each other? I was in love with him and he was in I-might-one-day-want-to-date-you with me? This was so complicated.
It was quiet for a few minutes, and Trevor broke the silence with a small chuckle. “This is weird. I’m being weird. Talk to me. Tell me about you.”
An image of him telling his mother all about me in our other life flashed through my mind, and I burst into tears. He looked like a deer caught in headlights for a second, then pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around me.
“Shh.” He petted my hair. “Addison, it’s going to be fine. We’ll figure it out. Listen, even before this, before you told me about . . .” He trailed off. We had agreed not to talk about it out loud. “I was interested in you. I threw a shoe at your face and nearly kissed you. Don’t you remember?”
I nodded against his chest. “I swear I’m not a baby.”
He laughed.
“I just miss you.” My heart ached as I said it.
He hugged me tighter. “We’ll figure it out.”
The garage door swung shut, and a set of keys hit the counter. Trevor stood, almost whacking me in the head when he did. “Hello, sir,” he said.
My dad finished his brisk walk into the living room and stopped in front of Trevor. “Hi. Who are you?”
Ugh. My dad was not trying to get off my bad list at all. “This is Trevor.”
My dad’s jaw tightened. He probably remembered that he had asked me to stay away from Trevor because the CC agents had mentioned him.
“Good to meet you, sir.” He extended his hand, and my dad shook it. Trevor knew my dad’s ability. I wondered if that was intimidating.
“We were just leaving,” I said.
“Where are you going?”
“Downtown.” I looked at him, waiting for that to register. For him to realize that was where my grandfather’s apartment was.
He didn’t. “Be home by curfew.”
Outside, we stopped by Trevor’s car. “I wanted to check on my grandpa. I’ve been worried about him. Did you have plans before I kind of threw you into mine?”
“As long as I don’t have to eat anything there, I’m good. Let’s go see your grandfather.”
When my grandpa answered the door, I realized just how worried I’d been. Even though I had talked to him, with that guy lurking in his apartment, I thought maybe they had done something to him. But there he was, stick and headphones in place, just as crazy as ever. I was getting used to his craziness, though. It made me smile.
“Hi. I brought you seeds.” I held out a pack of squash seeds I had bought on a whim the other day when I saw them in the checkout line at the store.
He looked at the pack and then offered me a big smile. “Addie. That’s so nice. Come in, come in.”
I scanned his living room. Everything looked just as it had last time we were here. “Is everything okay?”
“Of course.”
I eyed the toaster. It wasn’t beeping or flashing warnings at me, so supposedly that meant there were no foreign devices around. They may have been monitoring him more closely now, but I hoped they still thought he was fairly harmless. Because he was.