Tru had an all-day training session the next day, and the day after that I had a problem client that demanded all of my attention. Even though we texted whenever we could, and even talked on the phone at night, I missed him. Now that he was mine, I wanted to see him, and two days apart seemed far longer.
I was deep into a project when my phone barked at me, and a silly grin spread across my face. A text from Tru. I picked up my phone to read it.
True: You busy?
I glanced at the computer screen again, noting where I was. Then tapped out a response.
Wyatt: Give me ten minutes and I’m all yours.
I hurried through the coding, even though the symbols started to blur together. I could work with HTML in my sleep, so I was fairly confident I got it right anyway. Thankfully, this was just test
