“Morning,” Emmitt said. I liked the way he smiled at me. “Could I borrow your truck?” “Sure,” I whispered. I left him at the door and went to get the keys. “You can drive it any time you want,” I said handing them over. “But why the change from the motorcycle?” He frowned a little. “Jim took it to work.” I smiled at his disgruntled expression. “Tell Jim to take the truck tomorrow.” After Emmitt left, I showered and got ready for the day. When the boys woke, we went downstairs, still not having any food in our apartment. Nana called out to us when we reached the first floor. She had breakfast waiting and told the boys that Jim would be at work most of the day. Aden was noticeably disappointed. Three mornings of eating downstairs left me feeling like a mooch, but Nana didn’t seem to mind. When we finished, I insisted on doing the dishes.
