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Mistakes Were Made(88)

Author:Meryl Wilsner

Erin was quiet, and then, “Well, tell me what it is already!”

“I got a job!” Cassie practically screamed it. “A really great job. I toured the labs today and killed my interview so hard they offered it to me barely two hours after I’d finished.”

“Babe, that’s great! What’s the job? Where is it? Tell me everything.”

Cassie grinned. “It’s with United Aerospace Laboratories.”

“What?” Erin said. “The one in Boston?”

“The one in Boston,” Cassie said. “I’m in my hotel at Copley Place right now.”

“You’re in Boston right now?”

“That’s what I just said, Erin,” Cassie said, laughing. “And you should come meet me for a celebratory dinner.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were in Boston!”

“I’m telling you now! I didn’t want anyone to know in case I didn’t get it.”

“But you got it.”

“I got it.” Cassie couldn’t stop grinning. “Come to Boston. Let’s celebrate.”

Erin took a moment to respond. “I can be there in an hour and a half.”

“Drive faster.”

“Cassie.”

“Safe, but fast,” she amended.

Erin laughed. Cassie laughed, too, thrilled. She was just so damn happy.

“The Westin at Copley Place,” she said. “Let me know when you get close, and I’ll come down to meet you.”

“What should I wear?”

Cassie’s grin widened. “Something sexy.”

“Cassie.” Erin laughed again. “I mean, do you want to go someplace fancy? What’s the dress code?”

“I am way too hype for someplace fancy,” Cassie said. “Just dress normally, Erin. You always look great.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Cassie cracked up. “That’s blatantly untrue.”

“Whatever,” Erin said, and Cassie could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Hurry.”

She had an hour and a half, but Cassie got dressed right away anyway. Just jeans and a white T-shirt—she’d throw the blazer from her jumpsuit on before she left. She wanted to look good, because she felt good, and because of Erin. It seemed unreal that she hadn’t seen her in more than two months. They texted daily, sure, but like, she actually got to see her. In person. And touch her. Yeah, she wanted to look really good.

She turned on her pump-up playlist on her phone and rocked out as she did her makeup. God, she got an amazing job, and she was about to see Erin. She wasn’t sure she could be happier.

She was on the sidewalk when Erin pulled up, hadn’t bothered to stop smiling. She climbed into the car, leaned over the console, and kissed Erin. Erin giggled into her mouth.

“Well, hello,” she said.

Cassie sat back, grinning. “Hey.”

“It’s good to see you, too.”

Cassie shrugged. “It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten to do that.”

“Maybe you should do it one more time, then.”

Cassie laughed and kissed her again.

They were probably taking too long in the hotel roundabout, so Cassie made herself stop. She considered suggesting they just go to her room, but her stomach growled.

“Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Erin asked, pulling onto the street.

“What, you don’t have any cool places to take me to? You’re the one from around here.”

“You really think I’m the type to know cool places?”

Cassie considered mentioning that Parker had said she was the cool mom, but bringing up Parker was probably not a good way to get laid.

“To be honest, I’m a little surprised you don’t know any place to take a pretty girl,” she said instead.

Erin slid a grin toward her. “Well, there is this bar you might like.”

Cassie beamed.

She definitely liked the bar. It had good music and nice lighting—not so dark you had to squint, but dark enough to provide some privacy. The corner booth Erin took her to was comfortable, and the beer Cassie ordered was delicious. They put in a food order right away, too, since Cassie’s stomach kept grumbling.

“To your job,” Erin said, raising her glass.

Cassie clinked glasses with her.

“Tell me all about it,” Erin said.

“I get to be a huge nerd slash genius in UAL’s labs,” Cassie said. “And if I’m good enough, I won’t even be able to tell you what I’m working on, because they’ll put me on classified stuff. I mean, I have to be really good to get there, but—I’m me, so I’ll probably get there.”

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