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And he is very hands-on at work, indeed.

“Yes, he does great work,” I said, trying not to think pervy thoughts.

Trying, but failing.

“He’s known for his skill and work ethic. His mother is a well-respected attorney and his father is an ADA. Good choice, Piper.”

It’s a mother friggin’ birthday miracle.

“Thanks, Thomas. Make sure you tell my mother that.”

“Already done. Here she is.”

“As you can imagine, I was very reassured to hear things checked out well. You’ll still have to stop making excuses and bring him over.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Did he get you anything special for your birthday?”

“A beautiful watch.”

“A watch?” Obviously, the appeal of a watch was lost on my mother.

“From Tiffany.”

“Oh. That is special then.”

“Yeah. I have to go get ready. We’re having dinner in a few hours.”

“Enjoy your birthday. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Goodbye.”

As I hung up, I realized just how far behind I was. I cranked some music up and went to plug in my hot rollers.

While I waited for them to warm up, I crouched by the bed in my room and began pulling things out from underneath. Finding what I was looking for, I pushed everything else back and set up my surprise for Jake.

Well, mostly for me. After all, it’s my birthday.

When I got back into the bathroom, my phone was lit up with a new message.

Jake:Did you start gettin’ ready?

Me:Just did.

Jake:There’s another present in the spare room closet.

Me:When did you put a present in there?

Jake:Couple days ago. I figured even if you looked, you wouldn’t see it. That closet is worse than your wallet.

Me:Hey! Actually, you know what? I’ve got no come back. You’re totally right.

Jake:I was hopin’ to be home already, but things are taking longer than planned.

Me:That’s okay, I can wait.

Maybe. Possibly.