“Hello?” “You were supposed to call me when you got back yesterday.” “Hi, Mom.” She pushed hair off her face. “I . . . forgot.” It was the truth. Her mind had been in a muddle after Grant brought her home late in the afternoon. “So . . . tell me about your young man.” “It’s a little early to start calling him that.” “Is it?” She remembered the brief kiss in the restaurant. She also remembered the second, slower kiss they’d shared, standing on her doorstep. “Skye?” With her free arm, she drew a pillow to her chest and held it close. “Oh, Mom. He’s really special. I know nobody’s perfect, but I think Grant’s perfect for me.” “Tell me about him.” Eyes closed, she launched into a litany of all she’d learned about Grant since the moment they first met.
