Wyatt handed the phone back to Justin and then went and washed his hands under the sink. Everything of Justin’s ended up covered in a layer of potting soil, including his phone cover.
“It went okay, I think,” Justin said to Dad. “He’s a little prickly, I guess, but so was Deshawn when he first started. I mean, I don’t know if he’ll work out or not. But I’ll give him a chance.”
Wyatt’s heart beat a little faster. Justin was talking about the bad boy with the rock star swagger.
Justin listened to Dad a little while longer. “Okay,” he said at last. “I love you too, Del. Drive safe.”
He ended the call and stared at his phone screen.
“You okay?” Wyatt asked.
Justin seemed to shake himself awake, and smiled. “Yeah. I just miss him when he’s not here, you know?”
Wyatt knew.
He wondered if anyone would ever feel that way about him.
