Three days passed. Quinn hadn’t spoken to Ryan. She didn’t want him to think she was avoiding him. Sunday morning brunch was an acceptable thing for friends to do.
Not knowing whether he’d worked until closing, she decided a text was a good form of contact. If he was still asleep, it would be easy to ignore a text. She sent one word: Brunch?
She waited, her cell phone in her hand. How crazy is this? I’m like a teenager waiting for the cute boy from school to call. It didn’t matter that she felt silly. The reality was she missed hanging out with Ryan. The past three days had been productive, but much too serious.
Her phone jingled in her hand, startling her. “Hi, Ryan. I guess you’re awake.”
“It’s ten o’clock.”
“I thought you might sleep late if you worked last night.”
“Do you do anyt
