Kiera grabbed her jacket from the closet, and then checked her phone. More than a week had passed since Gray had flown to Cozumel. While away, he’d called almost everyday but always at a different hour. His last call had been Tuesday. He did send her a dozen roses yesterday with a note that said, Miss you. She’d hoped a call would’ve followed, but, instead, he’d sent her a text message that said, Thinking of you; see you soon. How soon? When he made it back four weekends in a row, she’d assumed he’d make it back every weekend. She’d thought about calling him yesterday, but in the end, decided against it. She didn’t want to call when he was in a meeting or asleep. She could have sent him a text message, but she wanted to hear his voice, not just read his words. Kiera slipped the phone into her purse and pulled on her jacket. As much as she wanted to hear from Gray, she hoped he didn’t call in the next few hours. She had shopping plans with her mom that afternoon. “I’ve got the perfect idea for your dad’s gift.”
