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He texted an hour ago, asking if he could come over. Apparently, Lila told him to get out of the house for a few hours because he was driving her crazy trying to help with the kids. He looks like a walking zombie, but I assume that’s what anyone would look like if they had two young kids while also working shift work.
“Merrick’s young, but he’s good. Give him a year or two and you’ll be thinking differently.” I lean my head against the back of the couch, closing my eyes while trying not to fall asleep. My eyelids are just so damn heavy.
“Why are you so tired? Are you still driving Rachel to work every morning?”
“Yup. Carl’s having a hard time getting the part in, and she doesn’t have a backup. Her insurance doesn’t cover a rental, and she has deliveries to do.”
“You’re a good man, Mitch.” He yawns again.
I stifle my own yawn. Why is that shit so contagious?
“So, when’s your next date?” he asks.
I lift my head and look at him. He’s sprawled with his legs out in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are open but he looks barely awake.
“We, uh, haven’t set a date.”
Travis gives me a side glance, raising his eyebrow.
“What?”
“I know you’ve been seeing her every day, but you haven’t made plans to see her outside of a work situation?”
I sigh. “Um, no?”
“Dude,” Travis groans.
“Again, what?” I feel my patience wearing thin, and it’s not just because I’m tired.
“You’ve probably left the poor girl wondering if you’re driving her out of pity or if you actually want to date her.”
I stop, thinking of the last few days when I’ve picked her up, and she’s been ready at her door with a coffee for me in her hand. I smile all morning as I drink her coffee, wash the mug, and bring it back to her with a dessert from the bakery. I love the smile on her face when I show up with a box just for her. It’s worth all the harassment I get from Kade and Lila when I stop in.
But now I worry that she’s concerned about what that means.
“Do you want to go on another date with her?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly, not even having to think about it.
“Then do something about it. I think you’ve watched enough of us go through our shit to realize there’s no time to waste when you find the right one.”
Have I found the right one? As intheone? I mean, yes, I’ve technically known Rachel for years, but we’ve been talking for less than a week.
“You’re overthinking it,” Travis grumbles, his eyes closed again. “Ask her to the Fall Festival this weekend. I’ve heard they are going to revamp it to be more harvest based. Something about needing to ‘connect to our roots.’ Whatever that means. They’re even bringing in some singer from Whiskey Falls.”
“Singer from…Do you mean Greyson Wallace?”
“Yeah, that guy.”
“Only you would call one of the biggest country singers in the world ‘that guy.’” I scoff.
“You run on an hour's sleep consistently with a colicky baby and see how your brain works,” he mumbles.
That’s fair. No matter how tired I am, he must be feeling it a hundred times worse. I wonder if Lila sent him here to try to get a nap in.
I see him doze off and figure this is the best time to message Rachel without him trying to take my phone and run the conversation.
How’s your day going?
