Chapter 9
“Same here.”
He walked backward. “Have a good night.”
“You, too. Drive safe.” I leaned against the doorjamb, watching as he got into his car and drove off. An interesting evening, which had ended on a positive note. Maybe we could salvage things after all.
* * * *
It took two weeks before Trenton called me, during which time I’d accepted best man duties from Sonny, who’d said Bruce had been over the moon at his proposal. Apparently, Sonny’s ass had been sore for days.
I was in the middle of cleaning my living room on a Saturday morning when my cell phone rang. I answered without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“You doing anything tomorrow?” Trenton asked straight away, sounding a little out of breath
“Hello to you, too, Trenton.” I smiled to myself. “No, I’m not busy. Why?”