The accompanying note read “I have something to ask you tomorrow and a promise to make. Will you open the door when I come by?” He knew she wouldn’t be working. He’d actually called the nursery and found out. He’d show up right after breakfast, before she got busy in the yard. He hoped to heaven the presents had been enough to convince her he’d changed. The work day seemed unending, and he lost twenty bucks and three romance novels to Kyle at poker that evening. “I can’t concentrate,” he said. “Tomorrow is do or die. Either Chels takes me back or I’m in Jonathan’s spare room forever.” Jonathan had the world’s worst poker face and it was impossible for him to hide the utter panic this announcement inspired. “Don’t worry,” Adam assured him. “I was just kidding. If things don’t work out with us, I’m moving to Seattle. I don’t want to hang around here and watch her hook up with some other man.”
