Free had been restless since he left Samantha the previous afternoon. The little bits of time with her at the coffee shop had become his favorite parts of the week, but he wanted more. So he called the one guy who could help him. Hunter.
He’d called and woken Hunter up this morning and made lunch plans. Now he sat in his car outside the sub shop waiting. As usual.
Free ran through his lines for extra practice while he waited. Hunter tapped on the window as he walked by, not waiting for Free to get out of his car.
Inside the restaurant, Hunter pointed at Free’s hat. “Didn’t we outgrow that stuff about fifteen years ago?”
Free shrugged. “It’s warm.”
“So, what’s wrong?”
“Who said anything was wrong?”
“You called me at five thirty this morning to make lunch plans. What’s her name?”
Fre
