Chapter 18
Darby
5101 N. Bailey, what in the world?
I was stumped. I pulled out my phone and opened up the GPS to type in the address.
Fifteen minutes. Okay, that gives me just under an hour to get ready and head out.
I had been sitting outside on the patio watching the kids play and talking to Mama, when he messaged.
“Oh, that must be your fella.”
“He’s not my fella Mama we just met.”
“Well, he sure seems like your fella the way you got all antsy when that phone buzzed.”
“I didn’t get antsy, I got annoyed because I thought he was cancelling our date.”
“Thought, huh? So he didn’t?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Look at you making assumptions, counting people out before they give you a reason. I’ve told you about that before, haven’t I?”
I felt like my eyes were going to roll out of my head.
