Charlie shut Tina"s car door with a decisive thunk. The naughty nurse in a scrub of a dress gave him one last pouty look before putting the car into reverse and heading down the driveway.
With that bit of business done, Charlie engaged the locking feature on his cell phone. That was a first. He spent a few minutes pressing his thumb to the device, ensuring that only he would have access to it from now on. Then he crumpled the small piece of paper with Tina"s number on it that he"d completely forgotten was in his wallet.
He let the scrap flit out of his hand on the night"s breeze. It bumped along the hay strewn over the ground. Charlie didn"t consider tossing the refuse as littering, not when the horses would likely eat it in the morning. That is, if a night critter didn"t grab it to use
