We went back to yapping about everything and about an hour later, the doorbell rang.
Jenna practically ran to answer it.
"Caleb," she squealed, throwing her arms around him, squeezing him.
He hugged her back, laughing.
"Hey Jenna, I missed you too."
Claire stayed where she was, with her arms crossed, expression stern.
"You have some explaining to do, mister," she said.
I watched them interact from the kitchen doorway, trying not to smile.
He fit back into this so easily.
"I know," Caleb said, walking over to her, "I'm sorry, I know I handled everything badly."
"You ignored my girl for two months, Caleb," Claire said, "Two whole months."
He folded his arms behind him, tilting his head down, his blond hair framing his face.
"I know, and I'm sorry, truly.”
His charm was working,
