It was evening by the time Ricky was settled with his temporary foster parents—a couple Annie assured them was accustomed to dealing with young boys and furthermore, who had never had a complaint lodged against them. Given how overworked the caseworkers were that wasn’t a perfect endorsement but Trevor trusted Annie and even Jedidiah admitted she had a good feeling about Annie being in charge of Ricky’s case.
He’d noticed Jedidiah giving Ricky a piece of paper before he left. Suspecting what it was he asked her about it.
“It’s my phone number. In case he has any problems.” Her expression dared him to make something of it.
Instead, Trevor laughed. “I gave him mine too. Great minds, as they say.”
Since Trevor’s bike was back at Jedidiah’s apartment, she drove them there. “Do you want to come in?” she asked him. “I’ve got beer and we can order a pizza. Lucy’s recently started delivering. Unless you have plans.”
“That sounds good. Thanks.”
Maybe he could figure out if his reaction to Jedidiah earlier had been a fluke. A reaction he’d had to holding her hand, for God’s sake. Two things that shouldn’t have been a big deal. An almost kiss, a motorcycle ride, and holding her hand. If it hadn’t already been difficult, it was going to be even harder to be around her daily without acting on his feelings.
Feelings. Damn it, he had feelings for her. Worse, they weren’t simply sexual feelings. If that was all they were he could ignore them. Not easily, but he could. But no, he had developed morefeelingsfor her. He liked her. He liked being around her. He liked talking to her. Liked arguing with her, knowing she wouldn’t give an inch unless he convinced her he was right. When he did, she admitted she was wrong. There were times she convinced him he was wrong. He hoped he took it with as much grace as she did.
Was Jedidiah at all interested in making their relationship more personal?
