Carlos asks me, “Did you turn off your phone? Or phones?”
“I only have a cell these days.” In my ardor I’ve forgotten where I left it. “I think it’s in here.” I tug him into the bedroom. My phone is on the nightstand, and when I pick it up, I notice the little red circle with the number one in it, indicating I have a new text.
Oh Lord, please don’t let this be anything bad.
I read the text, and it’s from Tate. He’s just letting me know that he and Kelly are heading down to the bars in Andersonville, and he will be very late. I shouldn’t wait up for him.
Carlos comes up behind me and embraces me. He peers over my shoulder at the screen. The feel of his hands on my torso, moving restlessly up and down, are a small bit of heaven, and they make me weak in the knees.
“Everything okay?” he
