Rae didn’t need to call her voicemail to hear Ben’s message. She had it memorized. Still, she dialed in just to hear him say “Hey, Rae,” in that throaty, playful voice he used when he was about to kiss her.
Hey, Rae.
Hey, Rae.It’s Ben. I’m in Wyoming for a few days, and I…I’m thinking about you. Maybe you could call me later.
It’s Ben. I’m in Wyoming for a few days, and I…I’m thinking about you. Maybe you could call me later.Pause.
Okay, bye.
Okay, bye.She hadn’t called him back. She wasn’t sure why. Probably because for the past several days she hadn’t been the walking dead. Her stomach hadn’t been sour with guilt layered upon guilt, and she’d been able to sleep deeply for the first time in weeks.
Something nagged at her conscience. She couldn’t settle into a task at work. She kept
