22
Brian paced his living room. His dad wasn’t doing well, and he knew he couldn’t leave. But he was supposed to meet Rachel.
They’d been texting all week when he had a chance. She pulled back a little after they slept together, but she warmed back up when he started calling and texting her. She was funny and smart and way too damn good for him. For some reason she liked him, so he kept talking to her. Every night he fell asleep hard as a rock wishing she was there to help him out, and every morning he woke the same way.
It was his night off. The weekend. He had a good week, and he wanted to spend the night with his woman. Or the person who was becoming his woman. Instead he had to call her and cancel.
He paced again then pressed the button before he lost his nerve all over.
“Hey,” sh
