A couple of days went by and I still had not called Jeremy to tell him that I wanted us to be more. I justified the procrastination by jumping from one task or project to the next, keeping myself busy—too busy to make the call. I had taken it upon myself to do the family’s grocery shopping for the week, telling my parents that I needed to get some things for my Sunday school class anyway, and I figured why not do the shopping for the family as well?
I rolled the cart through the supermarket when I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Christine, is that you?”
I looked behind me to see Brett, his motorcycle helmet in his hand.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked.
“Oh, well, Crystal wanted to get a couple of things and asked if I could give her a ride,” said Brett.
My grip tightened ar
