It wasn’t too hard to do since it was Friday night. I knew there was a good chance he’d be working, so when he picked up the phone at seven o’clock that night, I was a little surprised, and a lot nervous. “Faith?” “Hi, Joe. I kind of thought you might not answer. You’re not um, working tonight?” “Nope. I’m sitting on my balcony, listening to the waves hit the shore with Heidi. We do that a lot. I’d rather be out to dinner with you, but you keep turning me down.” I heard a soft yip in the background at the mention of Heidi’s name. “So you live on the beach, too?” His chuckle let me know that he noticed the way I skipped over his comment, but he let it go. “Sort of. It’s not as nice as your place. I live in Long Beach on the twentieth floor of one of those high rise condo buildings, so I at least have a great view of the ocean and the harbor.
