The Fed-Ex man showed up with the load of supplies she’d ordered. Fortunately, Zeke had stopped back to pick up the cell phone he’d left charging in the supply room, a cell phone he’d mentioned his parents knew nothing about. He kindly offered to stay and help her move the boxes into the storeroom. “We can unpack them in the morning,” she said once the last box had been stacked against the shelves. “You’re sure? I don’t mind staying.” He cast an eye toward the front window as he spoke, and Callie had heard his phone beep several times in the last half hour, indicating either a call or a text message. He’d been respectful enough not to check it while they were working, at least not while she was in the room. “I’m positive. It can wait. Now go and meet your friends.” The grin that spread across his face nearly eased the fatigue that was beginning to wash over her. Was there ever a time when a ride in a buggy made her evening? Come to think of it, probably not. But there was that old mustang her parents had helped her purchase her senior year in high school.
