“You can come,” I said finally.
“Good.”
“You sound like you already knew I’d say yes.”
“I hoped.”
That was worse.
“I don’t want drama at the house.”
“I’ll park a couple blocks away,” he said. “You can walk to me.”
“Brad isn’t here.”
“I know. But he doesn’t need to be here for someone else to see me picking you up and twist it later.”
“That’s annoyingly reasonable.”
“It usually is.”
I sighed.
“Text me when you’re close.”
“I will.”
I ended the call before he could say anything else that made me smile again.
After finishing my coffee, I grabbed my purse, locked the door behind me, and left.
Cole texted before I reached the end of the driveway.
*I’m close.
I typed back.
*I’m walking.
His reply came almost immediately.
*Good.
Two blocks wasn’t far, but every step away from
