He squeezed my chin gently. “We’re good, honey.”
I answered my phone as I rushed up the stairs. “Hi.”
“Hey,” Flash said.
“I take it you got home safe?” I deduced.
“I did,” he said. “It was hairy, though. Almost got taken out by a crow.”
I wrinkled my nose. “As long as they don’t touch the face.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be sure to wear a helmet going forward.”
We had a few seconds of silence before Flash guessed I was mulling something over.
“What, baby?”
I bit my lip. “My dad’s worried.”
“That’s understandable,” he said. “Areyouworried?”
“Now that you’re not in front of me? Yes.”
“I’m gonna change that, Tate. Promise.”
“I can honestly say I’m looking forward to that,” I breathed out.
“Jesus, me too.”
I chuckled. “I accept all types of chocolate-related bribes.”
“Oh, I remember,” he said.
“Or Cinnabon.”
He laughed. “Okay.”
“You should go.”
“I got a couple minutes,” he said.
I bit my lip. “I really missed you.”
“Same.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Parker.”
“Water under the bridge, baby. We’re moving forward.”
“But I chose to jump to conclusions rather than talk to you.”
“Well, this is true.”
I gasped. “Parker Connor Wallace, you were supposed to say something contrary about how I hung the moon for you, and I have never done anything wrong.”
He laughed. “Sorry. I’ll try to remember that next time.”
“Goobers.”
