Chapter 12
Walter, the architect, completed it, with a couple of days to spare.
Not that meeting the deadline mattered, as it turned out. Wills had called the day after it was finished to let me know he’d run into a snag, and the job was going to take a little longer.
“Thanks for letting me know.” I hoped he didn’t hear how disappointed I was. “Watch out for those Midwest farm boys. They look all innocent, but they’re not.”
“I promise I’ll be careful, Theo,” he laughed, “but it won’t be a problem. They’re not you.”
He said the most romantic things.
“I miss you, babe.”
“I miss you too.” His voice was warm and did unbelievable things to my insides.
I wanted to tell him I loved him, but the words stuck in my throat, and then he said, “I’ve gotta go now, Theo. Bye,” and he hung up.
Well, every time he said “I love you,” I’d say “me too,” so he knew I loved him, and that was what was important.