I drop my cell on the concrete when a FaceTime call rings.

“Answer it!” Lidia squeals.

“Hello,” I greet, cringing at my own face in the corner of the screen.

“Hey,” Stephen greets, smirking. “I’m free to chat.”

“I meant on text,” I explain, smoothing my t-shirt, making sure the white fabric isn’t wet from the pool. “I could have been in my pajamas with a facial mask on. You shouldn’t just FaceTime a woman.”

“And if you were, I ...