TIME to go to work. I hadn’t heard from my dad, so I got ready to head in. I was digging in my closet when a knock came on my bedroom door. “Come in,” I yelled. A minute later, I heard Cary shout back, “Where the hell are you?” “In here.” His shadow darkened the doorway. “Any word from your dad?” I glanced at him. “Not yet. I sent him a text and didn’t get a reply.” “So he’s still on the plane.” “Or he missed a connection. Who knows?” I scowled at my clothes. “Here.” He came in and stepped around me, pulling a pair of gray linen palazzo pants off the bottom rack and a black lace cap-sleeved shirt. “Thank you.” And because he was close, I hugged him. His returning hug was so tight it squeezed the air out of me. Startled by his exuberance, I held him for a long while, my cheek over his heart. For the first time in a few days, he was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and as usual, he managed to look striking and expensive. “Everything okay?” I asked him.
What do You think about Crossfire 03 Entwined With You?
