Nolan shifted on his bed, propping the pillows up to support his back better. He rested the tablet on his bent legs. “I know. I do understand. But it’s been three weeks. I need a date, babe.” Three weeks since she’d shown up at his job site and dropped the bomb that she was going down to Little Rock right then, suitcase and teddy bear riding shotgun in her truck. Other than like this—her flat, sometimes broken, image on his tablet or phone screen—he hadn’t seen her since. Every day that she was away, the fragile contentment and sense of security he’d been building with her lost a piece of its foundation. The part of him that still felt the sting of loss and broken promises from all the leaving in his life was ready to add Iris to the list. It was insane. He was going insane. Every day, they talked. Every day, she told him she loved him and that she wanted to come home. Every day, she told him she was his.
What do You think about Nolan: Return To Signal Bend?
