Chapter 13
Carson checked his messages as soon as he clocked out at the restaurant, but there were no missed calls from Edwin. No voice mails. No text messages. No e-mails either. He didn’t expect Edwin to completely prostrate himself in apology, but he did at least deserve a courtesy call. Something—perhaps what remained of his pride—told him to put the phone away and go to work. He needed to be at the kitchen no later than six to help complete the meals. But something else—perhaps his stupid heart—told him to at least make contact with Edwin. Leave a casual voice mail. Another casual voice mail, since he’d already left one at lunch. Of course, his cell phone could be dead, and he didn’t close the pharmacy until six, so wouldn’t it be reasonable just to check in?
The decision would make
