"It's complicated and I need to discuss it with you before I do it," I answer. "I think we should talk about it in person," I say, keeping my fingers crossed.
"I don't know, Mike," she says. "What if Aunt Cyn finds out and spills everything before you can stop her?"
"She never comes into the bookstore anymore," I answer, having thought ahead about where we could talk. "I work from five to nine tonight. Can you get away?"
"Okay," she says quietly. "What time?"
"Whenever you can get away, I'll make time," I answer confidently, hoping it's not a busy night.
"Okay, probably around 7:30," she says.
"Perfect!" I want to tell her that I can't wait to see her, that I've missed her and I love her but I'm afraid I'll scare her. Neither one of us disconnects the call and the ensuing silence spe
