My eyes drag over to the door of the room he's talking about and I honestly don't know if that would be better or worse than just sleeping on his couch. At the very least, it shouldn't smell so much like him. And it would be nice to not spend a night completely alone for once, even if there will be a wall separating us.

I glance back at Derek then and hesitate before taking another bite of my sandwich. "Surprise thing," I repeat, wondering what exactly that means. I don't have a single clue what it could be, but I narrow my eyes, trying for playful as I ask, "Is it manual labor? Help with the food truck? Is Helen taking the day off?"