Riley left work late, which meant she arrived at Evan’s several minutes past six. The looming gate before her wouldn’t help her get to his house faster, but she had no choice but to press the button and wait for someone to say something.
“Georgia Panic,” a man said, and Riley couldn’t tell if it was Evan or his brother Carl.
“It’s Riley Randall,” she said.
“Hmm,” the man said, and she knew it was Evan then. “I think Riley was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
“Was she?” she asked, enjoying the flirting even through an intercom. Yes, she wanted real conversation with him too, but the man was delightful to flirt with.
delightful“Yeah, and we didn’t get any texts, so I’m just going to go about heating up these tacos until I hear from her.”
She grabbed her phone and tapped out a
