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And that’s how we sleep.

The next morning, Birdie wakes us up.

“Why did you two sleep on the floor?”

“Good morning to you too,” I whisper.

“Go back to bed!” Maz groans.

“Stop treating me different,” Birdie says. “It’s done and over with.”

That’s when I pop up and grab for her hands. “It’s not done and over with, Birdie.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“You’re not me, Jaci.”

“I’m anHeir,” I say.

Birdie pulls her hands away. “So what does that mean then?”

“That means I’m not letting this go,” I say. “Actually, we need to get some coffee and something to eat. We have something to do today.”

“No plans!” Maz yells as she buries her head into a pillow. “I slept like shit last night! Jaci snores!”

“I do not snore,” I say.

“You could have had your bed,” Birdie says to Maz. Then she looks at me. “What do you have planned?”

“Just trust me,” I say.

I swipe my phone off the floor and shuffle out of Maz’s bedroom to make coffee for us.

At the last second, I decide to skip making coffee.

I don’t feel like making coffee. Or cooking. Or doing anything.

We end up going to the cafe just off campus for something to eat and drink.

The coffee tastes warm with a touch of pumpkin spice.

Yeah, I’m one of those people, deal with it.

I order a greasy breakfast sandwich that I regret because just smelling it makes my hips feel bigger.

But whatever.

Birdie eats a little more than she has been.

Maz is watching her closely.

I text Cullen and he says he has a group of us all ready to go.

He texts where to meet.

On campus but far enough away for anyoneimportantto hear.