Chapter 6Bobby wasn’t surprised that he didn’t see Taylor again before he flew back to Chicago. Disappointed, yes. But after they’d done the song and dance of how he was going to get back to his hotel the morning after, Bobby had known Taylor needed to initiate any future contact. He’d learned the hard way how skittish Taylor could be.
Still, after such a great day and even better night together, he let himself hope a little bit that Taylor would at least call to say good-bye, wish him luck, call him a dumb kid, something. Those last thirty-six hours before he finally boarded the plane were the longest of the entire time he’d spent in Kansas City. There was nothing like watching a phone, waiting for it to ring, to make the seconds slow down.
But Taylor didn’t call. He didn’t knock. Bobby
