“You better. I want details.” Mom’s eyes twinkled. “But not too many.”
She rolled her eyes and ran out of the house, grabbing her purse on the way. Her heart raced in anticipation. What if it was too late? What if Trey wasn’t home.
She started her car and called him before she backed out of the driveway.
He answered on the first ring, sounding tired and groggy. “Hello?”
“Trey? It’s Alexis.” This wasn’t going as planned.
“Hi.” His voice perked though it still held notes of sleepiness. “I’m sorry. I was out of town for a last-minute business trip and didn’t get any sleep until this afternoon.”
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“It’s fine. I’m glad you called.” He sounded fully alert now. “How are you?”
“Good.” She clenched the wheel.I can do this. “You’re home now, then?”
“Yes.”
“I was thinking about Truffles this morning, wondering how she’s been. If you weren’t too busy, I wanted to stop by and see her, but don’t worry about it. I didn’t realize you’d gone out of town.”Chicken.
A barely audible disappointed sigh came over the line. “Truffles is with a friend. With her leg still in a cast, I had to leave her behind. I was going to pick her up this evening.”
“Oh.”
“You could come with me to get her.”
“Sure. Maybe we could do dinner again?” She was still full, but it supplied a convenient excuse to spend more time with him.
“I’d like that. A lot.”
“When’s good?”
“You can come over now, or whenever you’re ready. I’ll put a pot of coffee going.”
“Sounds good. I’ll head that way.” She left out that she was already in the car with the intention of coming to see him.
“See you in a bit.”
The call ended, and she backed out of the driveway. What was she doing? Impulse wasn’t a trait many people would attribute to her. Why today? Because this was important. Trey was important. That’s why.
She’d changed clothes between church and her parents, and now she wished she’d worn a nicer outfit. But how was she supposed to know the day would end up with a trip to see Trey? It could have been worse—she could have changed into the comfy but raggedy jeans and a sweatshirt. At least she’d chosen the jeans that fit her trim figure well and a mint green sweater that brought her eyes alive.
Trey’s house was halfway between her parents and the home she rented. Her mind whirled nonstop. She planned a speech, but the words dropped from her memory as soon as she tried to repeat it.
I should have waited until later in the day.Once the sun set, she’d have the cloak of darkness as a shield against her vulnerability. In the broad daylight, he’d be able to see every emotion that crossed her face.
When she entered the neighborhood, she did what she should have done already. She prayed. For God to guide her and Trey to where He wanted them to be.
