“And why not?” His tone mocked me.
“Pretty sure that in order to drive, you have to have a license.”
“You don’t have one?”
“I have a state ID, but no license.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me. “Never had a reason to learn to drive in the city.”
“Well, I’m changing that when I get home.”
I heard some rustling on the other end of the phone.
“I have to get ready, about to head to the track.”
“Have fun.” I looked around me, not realizing there were a few people staring as I stood on the curb, smiling to myself while holding the phone with a death grip to my ear.
“Don’t sound so sad, sugar.” The strain in Law’s voice coming from the other end of the phone caused a lump to form in my throat. “I’ll be home soon. Shop. Eat. Watch me on Sunday, and then I’ll be back in your arms on Monday.”
“I’ll make sure to watch and I can’t wait to see you.”
“I’ll text you later, sugar.”
“Okay.” I waited for the other line to click off, but nothing.
“I can’t hang up first, Anya.” Law used my name in his plea.
“I never hang up first,” I countered.
I heard a sigh come from Law and it forced a giggle out of me when all I wanted to do was cry. This was not the emotion I was expecting. It was like every time I talked to Law or thought about him I was overwhelmed with everything all at once. I was happy to still be in Talladega, getting into a new groove, but I also wanted to be in Law’s arms, but then again, I wanted him to be out racing, doing what he loved.
I knew I couldn’t have everything all at once, so what Law said next was exactly what I needed.
“I love you, Anya.”
“I love you too, Law.”
