Cal checked Lisa’s house while she was at work, and her house didn’t have the same spirit it possessed while she was inside it. Suzy didn’t seem too terribly worried to find him there, and he wondered if she made the drive from the hotel to her house to drop off the dog every day.
Probably. Lisa was a creature of habit—he’d learned that over the last few days as they’d stayed in contact.
Sierra had assured him that “at least half” of dating now was done through a device, and the yawn pulling through his whole body testified of that. His late-night texting sessions with Lisa had kept him awake much later than normal.
Her walls had been dry when he’d gone by on Monday, and he’d marked his map with a green star so the crew would know the repairs were ready to be completed. The supplies had
