His eyes widen for a minute, and then he says, “Oh, a binder.”

“Yeah.”

“My wallet’s on the counter.”

I roll my eyes and cross the room to the bar. It really is a good thing he reminded me, though, because otherwise there’s no way it’d ship in time. As it is, I already have to pay like an extra twenty bucks for expedited shipping. I’m not even totally sure what size to get, but I’ll just take an educated guess and go with it.

I grab the card and plop back down on the couch so I can check out. Then a little message pops up on my screen from Drew.

My parents are going at it again. Jordan and I are going to spend the night at Amy’s.

It must be pretty bad if Drew doesn’t even feel comfortable staying at home anymore. I text back, Anything I can do to help?

My phone screen shifts as Drew calls me, and I mumble a quick “Give me a second” to Brian before excusing myself to my closet.

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask as I close the door behind me.

“Yeah, we just need a change of scenery,” he says. “I actually wanted to talk to you about the Diary.”

“Oh? What about it?”

“Well, since you’re gonna be gone for the camping trip, do you want me to update it for you?”

I wince, my mind flashing back to all those posts Drew made without permission. Well, and his mess of a blog. It’s not horrible, per se. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with couples having totally different tastes, but I don’t know how I feel about him running wild with the Diary for a whole weekend, especially since I can’t rely on having the signal to monitor it.

“Um, it’s fine,” I say. “I’ll just schedule some posts and get back to comments later.” Although I guess I haven’t really been getting back to comments at all, so that might be irrelevant.

“Oh, okay,” Drew says. “I just thought it might give me something fun to do while I wait for you to come back.”

My heart feels kind of heavy, and I’m almost tempted to give in, but this is the Diary. I’m not really ready to take that kind of risk even if I do love Drew. “I can call out of the trip if you want.”

“No, don’t do that,” he says. “I mean, the money’s good, and you already missed a week of work. We’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I say, but I feel a little apprehensive.

“For real, Noah,” he says. “I don’t need you to babysit me. I just thought I’d have some fun on social media for a weekend, but it’s not a big deal.”