Of course she wanted to know. Without Mason, Roxy or Daisy in sight, she needed new friends! No man's an island. And no George is one, either.
"Seattle, heading over to House of Pancakes. Never made it." George shrugged. She missed the others; or was starting to. And she missed oatmeal and raisins, too. And coffee. Good, strong, black coffee. "You told me you were sleeping in Times Square on the journals; didn't you find her before?"