On Tuesday, he couldn't take it anymore, a whole twenty-four hours without contact, and he sent her a text. I just drilled a woman for almost an hour, and I was thinking of you. Silly, light. He knew she loved a good drill joke. Half an hour later, he got back: Who is this? Dad? He spent the rest of the day with a dopey grin on his face, so dopey that his hygienist Debbie started giving him weird looks. When he got home he wanted to call her, but he couldn't. Before he'd left, they'd agreed not to see or call each other until Katie and Jordan's wedding in three weeks. It would give them time to evaluate their feelings. It was also supposed to keep them from missing each other too much, but it seemed like a colossal failure from Nick's perspective. Technically, though, they had not mentioned texting. It took two episodes of Mad Men and three beers before he broke down and sent a message. Are you awake? His phone was silent for several minutes. Just when he convinced himself she had already gone to bed, he saw the screen light up.
