“I try.” He grinned back at me. “Do you think Ron will like it?”
“I don’t doubt it for an instant.” I got my eyes on the road again. A month in France. But that was going to cost him a fortune, and I knew he’d been stashing away every dollar he could spare in hopes of opening his own practice. “I can’t apologize enough for having jumped to conclusions.”
“Don’t worry about it. Is Ron home?”
“He was when I left.”
“You didn’t tell him I was coming home early, did you?”
“No. I just told him I had some work I had to catch up on. I’ll leave you at the house and give you guys some quality together time.” I pulled up at the curb and pressed the button on the fob that opened the trunk, then waited for Micajah to gather up his suitcase and start up the front walk. I lowered the passenger window. “Micajah! Call me when it’s safe to come home.”
My friend gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, then waved, unlocked the door, and entered the house.