Okay, he’s in bed, and it was all worth it. He said it was the best night of his life. His whole life!
Me:
Sounds good. I’m going to be in and out.
Finley:
Be safe.
We park under a part of the bridge. The truck’s lights are off as we wait. I look around to make sure I have an exit plan in place if shit goes down.
My phone buzzes.
Finley:
He’s officially asleep.
Me:
I don’t know what time I’ll be home. It might be best if you just stayed over for the night.
Finley:
Do you think I can run to my place and grab my pj’s or is that too risky?
Me:
It’s fine. Go grab your things.
I press send and then follow up.
Me:
You’ll be going back, right?
Finley:
I don’t care for you and your attitude most of the time, but I really like Asa, so I would never do anything to endanger him.
Me:
My attitude?
Finley:
You’re asking me about your attitude? You should be asking yourself why you have this attitude.
Finley:
Okay, I’m going to lock the front door and head out the back.
I put the phone down, and she texts again.
Finley:
I don’t know if I’ll go.
Me: