Of course.
I add another message before I can second-guess myself.
Me:
I leave around seven. Feel free to let yourself in if you come by after.
Aiden:
Sounds good.
I’m about to slip my phone back into my pocket when it buzzes again.
Aiden:
And if you ever need someone to take care of Neptune, walk him, watch him, whatever you need, you can count on me.
I stare at the words for a moment, warmth spreading through me in a way I don’t try to analyze.
Me:
Thank you.
I set the phone down, heart steady and full, and head back toward my desk.
One more hour to go.
April:
It’s been almost twenty-four hours. We need an update.
June:
Do you think he stayed over?
April:
Juney girl, you know May won’t give it up that fast. She’s still… marinating.
June:
I’d be marinating all over that man if he built me a garden.
April:
Same.
I snort softly and type back while standing in the kitchen, Neptune watching me with curious eyes.
Me:
I don’t have time for an update. I have a date.
April:
WITH WHO?!
June:
