Adam sighed. It seemed since Carly was in Wisconsin and he was in California that they were talking on the phone even more than when she was in New York. He supposed that was because at least part of her was no longer comfortable with her decision to withhold the fact that they were a couple from those closest to them. It's much easier to lie when you're nearly a thousand miles away. When you're in the same tiny town as everyone you're trying to avoid telling, it is bound to take a toll on a person. Adam could hear Carly's fingernails tapping on her grandmother's kitchen counter. At least that's where he imagined she would be, having seen her leaning against the counter talking to Julia enough times when they were younger. She always seemed to wind up there when something bothered her. One time, she told Julia it was her thinking place because Gran used to bake all the time and they'd talk over fresh-baked cookies. She let out a loud breath.
