Five
Randy had never been away from home for more than the duration of a spring break trip to Mazatlan. At twenty-four, it was high time, but running all the way to New York?
I was hesitant, to say the least.
“Have you told Mom and Daddy yet?” I handed him a tall glass of sweet tea and moved to sit beside him on the floral sofa.
“I left a note.”
Swallowing a groan, I smacked him on the back of the head instead. “A note? You leave home for New York City without so much as an ounce of warning, and you leave a note?”
“What?” He blinked his wide, green eyes innocently. “Not good enough?”
If I hadn’t been so happy to see him, I might have been more upset. I was about to relieve his concern, to assure him that everything would turn out okay, when my phone rang.
And I had the tiniest idea
