The next time Tyler awoke, Jarod was already gone, and a note sat on his side of the bed.
You looked so peaceful. Didn’t want to wake you. I threw a load of laundry in before I left. Love you. J
Tyler peeked at the clock. He had an hour and a half before he needed to get to work. He climbed out of bed and headed to the laundry room. He couldn’t help smiling when he saw what Jarod had done for him. He moved the wash to the dryer, then threw on another quick load.
A little bit later, while Tyler dressed for work, the house phone rang. He picked it up on the fourth ring. “Hell-o.” As he answered, he grabbed a piece of paper to take a message. It was more than likely one of Jarod’s co-workers. Besides Jarod—because Tyler was always misplacing his phone—people from work were the only ones wh
