He ran some facts she had relayed to him over the course of the evening. She was a single mother. She was an artist by trade, but her behavior indicated otherwise. The fact that she was a self-professed free spirit was proved during the course of the night. Oh, how society had changed since Xander was her age.
Free spirit. There’s that phrase, again. What did that even mean?
Xander’s thoughts were put on hold when he heard Chloe’s phone ringing from her jacket pocket. Someone was calling her. She barely moved, let alone acknowledge the call.
Curious, Xander reached into her pocket and took out her phone. He wanted to know who was calling.
The name Dean flashed on the screen. A button-shaped icon bouncing up and down, begging to be answered. Should Xander have swiped up and taken the ca
