Chapter Four
Emma
Glenn didn’t need me again this morning, so I grabbed my notepad and walked across the street to White Point Garden. Just last night, I’d watched a couple get married in the white gazebo in the middle of the park. It made me realize that was never going to be me. I didn’t have time for men, other than Glenn and my father.
I walked up to the gazebo and sat down, enjoying the breeze. Summer was already here, and once July came, it’d be so hot you could barely breathe. Although, it’d definitely be better than Charlotte. Maybe I could convince Glenn he needed to work out of Wyoming for the summer. That way, we could escape the dreaded heat.
My phone rang so I set down my pad and reached for it inside my bag. I couldn’t help but smile. “Look who it is,” I said, chuckling a
