Chapter 14
I’d just sat down to lunch when my phone rang. Connor.
“Hello?”
“Hi Riley. How are you?”
Casual. He sounded like we talked every day instead of not speaking in days.
“Um, I’m okay. How about you?” I could play along.
“I’m good, but I’ll be even better if you agree to go out with me again Friday night.”
Damn, there it was. He ignored me for almost five days and wanted another date without explanation. I tried to remember what Sam said, but a bad childhood didn’t give a person the right to be a shitty adult.
“I don’t know, Connor. Maybe it’s not such a good idea.”
I heard him suck in a breath then he paused. I could almost picture him running his hand through his thick brown hair and looking up at the ceiling as though it held the answers. I wish my ceiling held answers.
