Nine days had passed with no significant word from Hunter. He’d texted nonsense stuff from the road, and over the weekend as well, mentioning how busy he was.
He did say he would call after his trip.
Rachel was secretly hoping he would want to see her; she could call a babysitter after all.
They were supposed to go to San Francisco this weekend—three days away. Shouldn’t they at least talk about that, reviewing the plans?
She should be thrilled, but instead she felt sad and empty. She’d been down this road with him before—not hearing from him for days. Then, he’d pop up and they’d have the most incredible fun together. During those times, he would say and do all the right things, like his entire focus was on her.
She sat at her desk, confused, and wondering how to get out of this ridi
