Sissy found Dave’s truck parked next to the administration building when she pulled in the next morning. He sat on the steps in front of the glass doors, his cowboy hat hiding his face as he looked at his phone.
When she got out, he looked up and then stood up. “Morning, sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed her, his cowboy hat falling to the gravel at their feet. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh, sounds dangerous.” She stooped to get his hat, setting it on his head. “I’ve been thinking too.”
He straightened his hat. “You go first. Then I’ll know what to say.”
She went up the steps, pulling her keys to the building from her purse. “Okay, but I just want to say it, and you can tell me I’m crazy or not afterward.”
“I can do that.” He held the door for her as she went in, following behind her.
