“Uh-huh,” Kat said.

“I know. At first my BS detector was triggered too, but I believe him. He showed me a bunch of pictures and plans and talked way too much about it in way too much detail for it to be a line. And if it turns out he made it up, I’m impressed enough by his commitment to consider rolling with it at this point.”

Kat shot Andie a look.

“I’m kidding,” Andie assured them. “Seriously, though, I’m still living in an apartment my parents own … How much different is that than living in your mom’s basement?”

“I’d argue very,” Julia said. “Your parents aren’t under the same roof as you, for one.”

“Yeah, and except for rent, you cover all your own expenses,” Kat pointed out.

“Except that,” Andie agreed, snorting. “And we all know my coaching salary is not enough for me to swing a place on my own. I’ve spent the last five years living pseudo independently.”

“Where is this coming from?” Julia wondered.

“It’s just been something I’ve been thinking about lately.” Andie paused, fingers twisting in her lap. “Maybe that’s part of why I usually date older guys … It’s easier for me to let someone else be the adult in the relationship.” She shrugged. “I’m realizing if I want something to work out long term, we both need to be adults.”

“Wow.” Kat shook her head. “One week at this place is better than a year of therapy. Who knew pretending to be in a rom-com would lead to all these breakthroughs about our relationship issues?”

“Huh?” Andie glanced at Julia.

“You missed a lot last night,” was all Julia said, too physically and emotionally exhausted to rehash the discussion right now. Her head throbbed and she winced, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are you feeling all right?” Andie asked.

“As well as I can the morning after a few too many glasses of chardonnay,” Julia said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m fine.”

Andie frowned. “Did you take your thyroid pill this morning?”

Julia groaned. “No, Mom.”

“Come on.” Andie stood and pulled Julia to her feet. “Let’s get you to your room. After your meds and a shower, you’ll feel much better.”

“What I need is some coffee. And lots of it,” Julia grumbled, letting Andie lead her toward the door.

“Brunch will be starting soon. You can have all the coffee you want then,” Andie promised. She turned to Kat, in full coach mode as she pointed at her and ordered, “You. Go pamper yourself with a nice hot bath in that big luxurious tub and meet us downstairs in an hour.”