Erin’s smile dropped as she studied Blair’s face. “I didn’t upset you, did I? I was completely messing with you. I’d prefer if he didn’t have chicken nuggets every single day, but I’m happy with whatever you want to give him. I only made that list and had the sandwiches ready because I wanted to make your job easier.”

Blair shook her head. She really needed to snap out of this trance Erin had her in. “No. Seriously. It was funny. I just remembered I have these plans and my friend hates  when I’m late.”

“Don’t let us keep you.” Erin reached into her purse and pulled out two twenties and one ten-dollar bill, then handed them to Blair. “Thank you so much. I hope he didn’t give you too much trouble today.”

Blair wanted to make a joke about how he just about killed her, but she saw the bags underneath Erin’s tired eyes and decided not to go there. “Nah. He was awesome. Don’t worry. I’ll be back tomorrow. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

She winked at Erin then bent down and held out her arms toward Nolan. “Can I have a hug?”

Nolan shook his head and burrowed into his mom’s side. “I don’t want you. I want my mommy.”

“Nolan Patrick! That wasn’t very nice,” Erin scolded.

Blair squeezed his shoulder and stood up. “Don’t worry. We’ll get there. I’m like a new puppy—misbehaved, can’t follow directions—but I’m so cute people can’t help but love me eventually.”

She watched Erin as she said the words, but Erin simply shook her head at Blair. Blair knew she was being a flirt, but she couldn’t help it. That was just her personality, especially when she was around a woman who looked like Erin. Which again reminded her why she needed to leave. It might be fun to flirt with Erin, but this was the woman helping keep her parents off of her back while she figured out what to do with her life. She was toeing a very fine line right now.

She took her phone out of her pocket and shook it in the air. “Gotta get to my friend. Sorry.”

Blair was out of the door so fast she just barely caught Erin saying they would see her tomorrow. As soon as the door closed behind her, she hit Marisol’s name in her phone to call her.

“ Please pick up,” she whispered to herself as the phone rang.

“Sup, bitch? How was your first day of work?”

“Do you want to meet up for a drink?”

Marisol cackled into the phone. “Only one day in and you already need a drink? That can’t be good.” After a few seconds, her laughter cut off and her voice became more serious. “You didn’t get fired, did you?”