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He hasn’t called yet.

This isn’t good.

I mean, I’m not really expecting him to.

He’s probably back to having no idea who I am.

But at least this time I’m prepared for it.

I take a deep breath.

I—

Ohmigod.

My phone is vibrating.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

My vision blurs.

“Coco?”

There’s a pause.

“I prefer CarCo.”

I scream. He does too.

“FaceTime me,” I say. “I want to see you.”

“Just come to the front door.”

I pretty much fall down the stairs.

I open the door.

And there he is.

Looking exactly like he did last night.

“Nice pajama pants,” he says.

And then I’m in his arms, and he is in mine, a jumble of messy kisses.

“Happy fucking birthday,” I say.

“Thanks, Maggie Spear. So glad you remembered.”