Chapter 22

“I’m on a redeye Saturday night, so I can meet up with some vendors Sunday afternoon. I tried to book it for later, but that defeated the purpose of going.”

So the answer to my question was yes, work was messing with our scheduled date. The loss would’ve stung if Fisher hadn’t jumped to try and fix it. “You want me to come down to L.A. and meet up with you?”

“Can you?” he asked. “I know it’s short notice, and you’d have to find someone to cover for you at work if you’re on the schedule, but I’m really hoping we can make this happen. Even if it turns out you can only come for an afternoon and we sit at the airport for two hours because you have to turn around and get right back on a plane.” He leaned forward, his earnest features filling the screen. “Don’t we deserve to find out if what we’re feeling works in the real world, too? Not that our Chopped date wasn’t amazing, but I’m dying to see you face to face without a computer screen in the way. Aren’t you?”