Good Luck with That by Kristan Higgins

Author:Kristan Higgins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2018-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 21

Dear Other Emerson,

I know I haven’t written to you for a long time, but that’s because—brace yourself . . . here it comes . . . prepare yourself . . . you might want to sit down . . .

I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

Mica Jennings is my boyfriend, and guess what, Other Emerson? He loves me! I mean, he could have anyone, and he’s with me! I can’t even tell you how shocked those mean women at work are. Isobel’s mouth fell right open when we walked in the other day, holding hands. I repeat: HOLDING HANDS. Just like on the list Georgia, Marley and I made our last day of Camp Copperbrook.

I just smiled and went to my desk. Isobel was in Missy’s office within seconds, glancing out at me. By the end of the day, Missy had given me a warning, saying my average phone call took six seconds longer than it should. When I countered with the fact that I still did twelve more calls per day than average, she told me I was smug.

And I am.

Mica is my first boyfriend. I obviously don’t count that asshat from college who just slept with me on a bet. But Mica isn’t just my boyfriend . . . he’s my friend.

He is incredible. He’s smart. (I don’t know why he’s working here, he could do anything, and he probably will, once he finishes his degree.) He’s so funny, and his smile just . . . it just sparkles. I can feel my heart swelling every time he looks at me, which is pretty much all the time. He’s SUCH a good kisser, my God.

On our first date, we went out to dinner, and when I ordered grilled chicken and asparagus with no butter, he tilted his head and said, “Oh, come on. This place has great food. You sure you want to waste time on plain old chicken?” He buttered a roll for me. I changed my order to pasta (with vegetables, I’m still trying to be healthy). We split dessert, and guess what he said? Guess? “There’s nothing sexier than a woman who can enjoy a good meal.”

Other Emerson, I am that woman.

He kissed me good night, right on my front steps, in front of the Donovans, who were slack-jawed with amazement. A real kiss. “Will you go out with me again?” he asked, touching my cheek.

Would I go out with him again?! Was he kidding? Of course I would!

He started coming by the house right away, and he was really nice and old-fashioned about it. He’d leave at ten on the dot, didn’t want to be pushy. But it was so easy for him to be with me, he said. Like we could talk all night and not run out of things to say. His words, Other Emerson. One night, we went to IHOP and stayed there till two o’clock in the morning, just talking. And sure, we ate pancakes, too.

I told him about my mom and

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