I’ll meet you at your place.
’ll meet you at your place.Sissy sent the text to Dave a few mornings later, their second date only twenty minutes away.
My place? he sent back. You’re at the ranch?
My place? You’re at the ranch?She looked away from her phone and down at the peaceful, slumbering baby in her arms. This might be as close as she ever got to holding a gift straight from heaven, and Jeri had been kind enough to let her stop by before seven in the morning.
“Trust me,” she’d said when Sissy had said she could say no. “We’re up. If you’ll hold him for half an hour, I can shower without panicking.”
And so Sissy had been stopping by at six-forty-five for the last three days, snuggling with baby Brayden while Jeri got her shower, and then going to work to deal with the audit and th
