Hunter heard the phone ringing as he groped in his pocket for his keys. For once he was glad Nana had eschewed modern conveniences like answering machines and voice mail. As long as the person calling hung on, he would be able to answer.
“s**t!” They would hang on—even if he dropped his keys. Scooping up the keys, he hurried to unlock the door and rush inside. He snatched up the phone on what seemed like its twentieth ring.
The voice that came over the line was deep and warm. “Hunter…how are you? I’ve been meaning to call, but things have been crazy busy the past few days.”
Nana also didn’t approve of caller ID. “Hi. I don’t mean to be rude, but who is this?”
“You’re not being rude. I should have said. This is Jay Blackstock, your grandmother’s doctor.”
“Right. Sorry I didn’t recogniz
