Neither possibility thrilled me after the weekend we’d shared. Surely he’d figure out that with our past, he needed to make the next move, right? Or was I the stupid one here? But then, Tuesday morning I logged into my computer to begin work and found this in my In Box: Morning, sexy. I miss you. Have a good day. Hope was restored. In fact, I was so happy it was downright scary how much power he had over my emotions already. He called me that evening, and it was so nice to hear his voice; we talked for almost an hour. Wednesday, he sent a text before I even woke up—and remember, Florida is an hour ahead of Wisconsin. Saw it’s going to be a scorcher down there—stay cool. Busy day at work, but will call later. He called again that night, but it was really late and I could tell he was tired so after a little while I pretended I was tired so he could get some sleep. After we hung up, a little voice reminded me nothing had been said yet about when we’d see each other again. My heart ignored that stupid voice and concentrated on the fact that he was checking my weather forecasts.
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