21
My phone rang as I locked my door to go to girls’ night. I fumbled with my keys and managed to get them put away without dropping them and answer my phone before it stopped.
“Hello? Hello!”
“Hey,” James said, his voice deep and so welcome.
“Hey. How are you? Are you off work?”
“Yeah, I’m off today. I was hoping I could see you.”
I hesitated for a minute, but I didn’t want to miss girls’ night. “Um, actually, I’m on my way out.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“It’s fine. A bunch of us get together at Finley’s on Sunday nights.”
“That’s right. Book club girls’ night. I’ve heard talk about it. Never paid much attention.” He chuckled.
“You never had a reason to. I’m sorry, though. Unless you want me to miss it?” It wasn’t a trap but I really hoped he said no.
“Absolutely not. You
