I get his urge for freedom, I do, I just need a moment to figure out how that can be accomplished in a safe way.
The security team would need to know.They’ll likely want to send more than just the single agent who would otherwise be keeping an eye on Linc.It’s not like he’s going somewhere by himself, there will be plenty of people around, but he’d need to stick to the crowds and not go off on his own.
Of course, if both boys are going to be at the football field for a couple of hours, it gives me a chance to maybe pop over to the firehouse.
Clem
It’s been a busy week,but tomorrow should be fairly light.
Manuel has the day off, Kyle is coming in at eight o’clock to do an exhaust kit install, and I have a couple of simple maintenance calls lined up.Unless, of course, we get another couple of tow calls, like we did the past few days.That threw off our schedule and had us scrambling.I barely made my poker game again last night.
It wouldn’t have been too much of a hardship; the guys tested my patience last night.Not sure how, but somehow they got wind of something going on with me and Tessa, and were relentless in their ribbing.I almost regretted busting my ass to get there in time, but I kept my mouth shut—none of their business anyway—and got my revenge clearing out the pot on my last hand.
This afternoon, after closing up the garage, was the first chance I had to get some groceries.I haven’t cooked much this week either, but tonight I made enchiladas with the roasted chicken I picked up earlier.They’re in the oven now, and I already made the salad I plan to have on the side.
While I wait for dinner to be ready, I pull the new baby blanket I started a week or so ago from the basket next to the couch.Once this one is done, I’ll pack it up with the other four I have folded in my bedroom closet, and drop them off with Mabel Jenkins, who runs The General Store in town.
Mabel is my supplier of yarn.When I was in there last year, I’d noticed her sitting behind the counter, crocheting, and asked where she got her yarn.She told me she ordered it in along with the rest of the store supplies and was curious why I was asking.I ended up confessing it was a hobby for me, and she’s the one who told me about the stuff she made and donated to charitable organizations to distribute to people in need.
Since I’m not about to expose my hobby and be the eternal butt of jokes for the Thursday night poker crew by handing out homemade gifts around town, the charity has been a great focus for my activities.
I’m selecting another skein from the basket to set up for a color change when my phone dings with an incoming message.
Are you home?
It’s Tessa.I quickly shoot her a message back, wondering why she’s asking.
Yep.
Before she hasa chance to respond, the timer on my oven goes off.I tuck my phone in my pocket and head to the kitchen to take my enchiladas out of the oven.The scent of baked cheese and spicy tomato sauce greets me when I open the oven door.It smells fucking fantastic and I can’t wait to dig in.
It takes me a minute to throw together a vinaigrette and toss the salad.Then I grab a plate and cutlery, and serve myself a good helping.I’m about to sit down when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I’m outside.
I’m already racingdown the stairs when I hear a faint knock at the door.
“Hey,” I greet her when I find her on my doorstep, her jacket zipped up to her chin against the cold.
Temperatures have dipped over the past few days.It feels like winter might come early this year.
“Sorry to drop by unannounced.”
I grin at her and usher her inside.“Not unannounced, you sent me a message,” I remind her.
She tilts her head as she unzips.
“When I was already here.”
I snag her coat by the lapels and pull her close, brushing a kiss on her mouth.
“Which was a nice surprise.”
Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs.
“Oh, wow, it smells great in here.What are you cooking?”
“Enchiladas.Your timing is perfect, I was just about to sit down.”
