He waved. “I will.” He walked over to his own vehicle. He sat in the driver’s seat and locked the doors before whipping his phone out. Despite his better judgment, he typed a text to Ashley.
Hope you made it home okay. Let me know. I’m worried about you.
He hit Send before he could think too hard about what he’d written. Within seconds, his phone pinged with a new message—from Ashley.
I did. Thanks. Will text you tomorrow about the festival. Got some ideas and am excited to work with you. Night.
Well, shit.Ashley didn’t hate him. There was a chance they might have something beyond this one incidence. He wrote another text.
Sounds good. Night.
He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat then sped out of the lot. He hadn’t blown the chance with Ashley. Score one for him. Now that he’d texted his friend, an odd relaxation swept over him. He could go home with a clear conscience and the knowledge he’d done a good thing. Ashely was a nice guy and thinking of him as a friend wasn’t awful. Maybe it was a good thing Farin, Colin and the others had pushed him to add Ashley to his orbit.