Jenny

I stared at the text Matt had sent last night, and then the one from an hour ago.

It didn't work out with Amber.

Come over here and ride out the storm with me tonight.

Sighing, I dropped my head to the back of the couch in my apartment. I hadn't answered either text yet, just like he hadn't responded to mine about the song not being about Ian. I still didn't know what to say.

They'd bumped the weather forecast up to a tropical storm, and ...