Chapter 11
“Have you come to your senses yet?” Michelle greeted after the second ring. It was her standard response when she saw his name on the caller-id these days, always delivered with a mixture of curiosity and resignation.
“No, not yet.” He doodled on a scrap of paper, making intricate loops and swirls across the sheet. Emma and Gideon had only been gone ten minutes, and he was happy for the excuse to call Michelle and distract himself from thinking about their errand. “How are you?”
“In one piece,” she answered amicably. “Your timing is bad. I was in the middle of closing the store.”
“It’s a little bit early, isn’t it? Big date tonight?”
She snorted, and he could imagine her broad frame settling on the narrow stool behind the counter. “No, tonight isn’t date night. I’m starting
