Chapter Nineteen
I think about it all evening - through dinner, through my shower, while I shave. And by the time I fire up the truck, my mind’s pretty much made up. But just to be sure, I think about it some more, covering all the possible angles. By the time I park across the street from the park, I’m certain.
I walk the four blocks from the park, and Macey meets me at the kitchen door. Maybe it’s the harsh light, or maybe I’m just tuned in differently after my own exhausting day, but Macey looks… tired. Her smile doesn’t stretch as far, and I see stress lines around her eyes. “Are you okay?”
She motions me in, speaking in hushed tones. “Long day. And Soph had a hard time going to bed. It seems you impressed her.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “You’re kidding.”
She drops into a chair next t
