Chapter 12The whole way home, I racked my brain to think of a gift for Boaz. I could make him dinner or buy him a tie. I could record myself playing the piano. Maybe he needed something for his car or his house? Did I dare write him a love note or was that too cheesy?
Nothing fit, though I was determined to figure something out. If nothing came of our relationship, I at least wanted Boaz to know how much it meant to me that he was kind to my family. He seemed to be making all the lives around me better, more than I was contributing to his.
“You okay? You seem tense?” Boaz caught me fretting.
Not wanting to give myself away, I told a small fib. “I was thinking about Casey.”
“Yeah, how did that go today talking to her?”
With a shrug, I answered, “Fine. She’s thankful to be there and apo
