Walked right into that one.
“He mentioned you and Jonas.” I try to explain how I have any knowledge of him without making it sound as though I had asked. “He told us your family owned the farm next to Dad.”
“Ah. So that’s how you knew who we were.”
I hear knocking in the background, along with a muffled shout.
“Hang on. I’m coming!” Anders calls back, covering the receiver.
“You’ve got to go?”
I don’t want the conversation to end.
“Yeah, I told the guys I’d go for a beer.”
“Your teammates? Are you celebrating or commiserating?”
“Celebrating,” he replies. “We won.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks. Hey, and thanks... Thanks for calling me back. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime.”
“When are you going home?”
“Thursday.”
There’s been no more talk of me staying. Either Dad hasn’t raised the subject with Sheryl or she’s already dismissed the idea.
“Well, have a safe trip,” he says. “Maybe I’ll see you next time you’re in town.”
“Maybe.”
But knowing what I do about his busy racing schedule and how rare it is for me to be able to visit, there’s every chance we won’t see each other ever again.
11
As soon as I hang up, the door bangs open.
“Don’t you knock?” I squawk at Bailey.
It’s a stupid question. Bailey never knocks.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Casey’s hanging out with his brother. I was bored. Who were you talking to?” She comes in wearing a cheeky smile.
I glare up at her. “Were you listening at the door?”
“Not for long. I didn’t want to interrupt. I thought you might be on the phone with Scott.”
Finally, he gets a mention.
“Not likely,” I mutter, tugging my robe more tightly around my chest.
“So, who was it?”
