Instead, he stood there like a moron on her porch, making more conversation while he tried to grow a set big enough to close those few feet between them. All he had to do was take one step. One step and he’d be close enough. It never happened. He walked home feeling like he’d lost a big game. As he opened his door, his cell rang. He’d left it on the table, not wanting any distractions while he was with Josie. Picking up the phone, he answered it. “Hello, Mom.” “Why haven’t you called or answered your damn phone? I was worried sick.” “I was busy.” Thoughts of Josie flashed through his head. The smell of her hair, the feel of her skin…her smile. He felt lighter than he had in years; his mother was barely annoying. “What was her name?” His mother didn’t sound the least bit impressed. “Josie.” He grinned as he said it.
