Maddy looked up. Then her eyes dropped to the laptop I was holding and she somehow immediately knew what was about to happen. “No.” She shook her head. “No. No, no, no, no, no. NO.”
I came into the room and slid onto the couch next to her. “Hear me out.”
“We are going to Hawaii, Emma. It was my turn to pick. I bought a new bathing suit—”
“You can wear it here too.”
“I am not going to Minnesota. It’s a flyover state. It’s not in our top twenty-five—”
“How did you know I was going to say Minnesota?”
“Uh, because you’re all twitterpated over what’s-his-face? Listen to me, you don’t really like him. You’re only feeling this way because he’s six-three.”
I laughed. “He is not six-three.”
“Well how tall is he then?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask, I don’t care.”
“Well he looks six-three to me and I think that’s clouding your judgment. You are not swapping Hawaii for Minnesota.”
“Why not?” I asked. “It is a beautiful state, we could day-trip up to Canada. Remember that cupcake shop you saw on Food Network? Nadia Cakes? They have two locations there. And the top twenty-five is more of a guideline than a rule.”
She crossed her arms. “A rule we’ve never broken? Not once in three years? And how dare you try and lure me off a tropical island with cupcakes. Exactly how spectacular is this man’s penis?”
“Maddy!”
“What?! You are not selling me on your sudden love for the Upper Midwest. Do not sit here and pretend like this isn’t a hundred percent about the guy.”
“Justin. And yes, it’s a little about him. But this is purely logistical.”
“Oh yeah? How?”
I tucked my leg under me. “Okay, so I know how this is going to sound. But if Justin and I date for a month, then break up, in theory”—I put my fingers in quotes—“the next guy I meet will be The One.”
She gave me a look.
“What? It sounds like fun,” I said. “You’re telling me you don’t want to see if it works?”
“Have him fly to Hawaii to see if it works. We do not go out of our way for men. We do not inconvenience ourselves for men, we do not change our well-laid plans for men. No.”
“Tickets to Hawaii are like a thousand bucks round trip right now. I can’t ask him to do that once a week for a month, that makes no sense. Look.”
I opened the laptop. “Look at the place I found for us—”
“There is no place cool enough for me to—”
“It’s a historic cottage on an island in the middle of a lake.”
She paused in the way that I knew meant I’d gotten her attention.
I tapped on the tab and turned the screen toward her. “It’s two bedrooms. It’s super cute. Look at the porch. We could have our coffee there every morning, overlooking the water. It has a beach, with sand and a firepit.”
She peered over and pressed her lips together while she studied the pictures. Then she looked up and narrowed her eyes at me. “If it’s on an island, how are we supposed to get to it?”
“It comes with a boat.”
She arched an eyebrow. “A boat?”
“A pontoon.”
She paused. “I get to be a sea captain?”
I nodded. “You get to be a sea captain. It’s only fifteen minutes from the hospital. And guess which one it is? Royaume Northwestern.”
Her eyebrow went higher. “Royaume?”
“Yup.”
Minnesota had never been on our top twenty-five, but Royaume Northwestern was one of the best hospitals in the world. It was a huge selling point. Hospitals like Royaume had excellent certified-nursing-assistant-to-nurse ratios, nice lounges, lots of perks.
She seemed to think about it for a second. Then she shook her head again. “We’ll piss off the agency if we bail on Hawaii.”
“Nope. We haven’t signed contracts yet. They really need nurses at Royaume, they said they’re more than happy to make the switch. And it’s only a six-week assignment, we’ll be in and out. Just for the summer.”
She sat back against the sofa. “What department?” She looked at me.
I closed the lid of the laptop and mumbled it under my breath without looking at her.
