With a sigh, she dropped her phone onto her lap and whispered, “I’ll call at 8:37. That’s a good time to call. And I will let him do most of the talking.” Besides, she reasoned, what were the chances that Michael was even in bed yet? Didn’t it take little kids, like, an hour to actually go to bed and stay there?
Just as she started to rethink her 8:37 strategy, her phone began to ring. Melody caught her breath and looked down. It was him—his name blinking at her from the display screen, daring her to answer. She was so nervous, her swiping finger was shaking and it took her two tries to get the phone to cooperate. Finally, with a deep breath and what she hoped was a nonchalant voice she said, “Hello?”
“Hey, Melody. It’s Reid. How are you?”
The sound of his voice sent little tingles down
