The next few weeks fly by in a haze. I spend every weekend with Tim, either screwing like rabbits at his house or else eating family dinners at mine. As he dropped me off one morning, my nephews insisted he join us for breakfast. I was surprised that he did, sinking into the couch afterward with my dad and brothers, watching the baseball game on television.
At work, I keep worrying that everyone will be able to tell there's more going on between us, but as per usual, the pace is so hectic we are barely in the same room as one another. I'm pretty sure Juniper caught him kiss me one day when he stopped in for an afternoon snack, but she hasn't said anything.
I'm finishing an inventory order in my office, looking over the schedule for the next week, when my desk phone rings. “Alice Peter
