[Sweet Talker]: Can I call now?
That was Sam's first text message, Saturday morning.
Haley was in the middle of stretching and rubbing her eyes, grunting as she loosened the hinges of her body. Needless to say, her desire to me slightly flexibility first thing in the morning had been thwarted by a sharp breath and a very audible gasp that was both from being surprised and nervous.
She was mostly nervous - nervous excited.
Who could blame her?
Haley was expecting Sam to send "Good morning, Haley" with an exclamation point. It was the three-worded message that would be the advent of their long conversation that would transpire within the waking seventeen hours. They needed more sleep.
But that day was different. It was Saturday and Haley didn't have to wake up at the c***k of dawn but
