“Of course,” he said. “I’m going to make a point of picking up.”
“Please do,” I said. “I’ve missed you, Jon.”
“I miss you too, scamp,” he said.
We hung up and I looked down at the phone in my hand for a long time.
When I looked up at Luke, he was studying me quizzically.
“You okay?” he asked.
“More than okay,” I told him. “Can I tell you over dinner?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said. “But first, I want to make you fly.”
For one crazy second, I thought he wanted to make out in the park.
Then he moved behind me and gave me a push.
The wind caught in my hair and I laughed as he swung me higher and higher, as if I might touch the stars.
For the first time in a long time, nothing was holding me down.