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Stop obsessing. He’ll text when he can.
“Good morning,” my mom said as she entered the kitchen and went straight for the coffee pot.
“Morning.” I fiddled with my phone and checked my messages again.
“What plans do you have today?”
“Not much.”
“We could go shopping. Catch some of the end of winter sales and stock up for next winter.” She sat across from me and blew on her mug to cool down her coffee.
“Um…” A notification chimed. With a way too big smile on my face, I opened my messages and my smile wilted.
Shit.
“Not, Dante?” Mom asked.
“Nope.” Just a text in my student teaching group.
“Let me give you a piece of advice, mija. As the old lady of a biker, you need to get used to them being gone and leaving at the drop of a hat. Sometimes they go silent. You shouldn’t drive yourself crazy checking your phone and waiting for him to come home. You need to be strong and independent.”
“I am strong and independent. It’s just that we’re so new, y’know? And I know how Maddox and the others are. They’re manwhores.”
“Oh, mija. They just like to have a good time, but you should trust Dante.”
“I do trust him. I think…” Grumbling, I went to make a piece of toast to get away from my mom for a minute. She was totally right, but I wasn’t in the mood for her wisdom. As I took the bread and peanut butter out of the cabinet, I felt her watching me like a hawk.
“You think?”
I sighed and dropped a slice of whole grain bread into the toaster. “I do.”
“Okay.” She didn’t sound convinced. “How about shopping and lunch? Invite Birdie. She’s been off ever since she left the party with Saint. Know anything about that?”
I cocked my head at my mom. “No. I haven’t talked to her.”
“Because you’ve been preoccupied with Dante, I’m sure. Let me give you another piece of advice.”
“Wonderful. Let me hear it.”
“Your sarcasm isn’t appreciated, mija.” There she went, calling me mija again. “Don’t neglect your friendships because of a man, especially the ones that are priceless, like Birdie. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll need your friends.”
“Dante and I will work out.”
“I’m sure you will, but Birdie probably needs her best friend right now.”
My toast popped up and I slathered peanut butter on it while it was warm. I loved it best when it was melty and gooey.
But I tossed my mom’s words around in my head and felt horrible because I had forgotten about Birdie. Worst friend ever, Em. Birdie wouldn’t treat you that way.
“You’re right. I’ll invite her out.” I sat back down at the table.
“Good.”
My phone chimed again. I held my breath, then exhaled in relief when it was him.
Dante: I hope you slept well. We’ve got a lot going on today, but I wanted to touch base with you. If you need anything, call or text me.
A massive grin stretched across my face.
