“Thanks, Evelyn,” he replied. “Love you guys.”
As he drove home, his phone rang. It was Caroline.
Invite me over.
He answered. “What’s up?”
“I meant to text you my address, but I called you instead.”
“You miss me.”
“Yeah, right.” Her sarcasm made him chuckle. She gave him her address, then said, “Swing by at six-thirty if you wanthomemade pancakes. I promised Sydney, and I always make extra.”
“I can swing by now if that’s easier for you.”
“Dream on.” The line went dead.
As he continued toward home, he wondered how much longer he could keep his hands off her.
I give it two days, three tops.
