He wished the technology worked that way. If he could just beam his thoughts to Joe instead of having to figure out the words, he had a feeling everything would go more smoothly. Even better if he could bypass the thoughts and send the pure emotions. Sure, there’d be frustration and anxiety and fear, but there’d be love, too, so much love that even someone as stubborn as Joe would have to admit it was real, and important.But the technology hadn’t been invented yet, so Mackenzie pulled the phone away from his head, selected Joe’s number, and braced himself.“Hi,” Joe said over the phone. He sounded exhausted, as usual.“Hi,” Mackenzie replied. Yeah, telepathic phones would be way better than this. “How’re things going?”“I’m on my way to a meeting with the principal. Lacey’s in trouble again.”“Drinking?”“Failing all her classes, he says. I don’t know.” Joe sighed, and Mackenzie could picture him, the way he’d be slouched in the truck, talking to the point on his steering wheel where he’d decided his hands-free mike was hidden.
