5
SOMETIME AFTER ELEVEN-thirty, my cell phone began to vibrate, startling me awake. When I recognized the number, I almost dropped my phone
“Duncan?”
“We need to talk,” he murmured.
The sound of his voice stirred up some of the butterflies that had been dormant for the last couple of months. Although my hands were shaking slightly, I tried to remain impassive on the phone. “Um, sure, how about tomorrow night, after work?”
“Actually, I’m right outside; can you meet me by the garage?”
“Sure, can you just give me a few minutes?”
“Yeah.”
I hung up and slipped on some blue jeans, a light brown sweater, and a pair of short leather boots. Because it was mid-November, and the nights were getting frosty, I also grabbed a short gray wool jacket. Thankfully, Nathan and Mom were both asleep, s
