Page 11 of Heart Strings

“Whoa, hold on!” I protested. “You said a week, not nine days -”

“And I’ll come meet you and fly back to Miami with you,” he continued without missing a beat. “Just pack Friday morning. I’ll handle the rest.”

Okay…I guess.I had made my choice, so I might as well go all in. “You don’t need to fly here to meet me, but okay.” Spurred by a sudden idea, I added, “Gracias.”

The low, breathy chuckle that came from the other end would actually have knocked me off my feet if I’d been standing. “Gracias,” he corrected, his tone and accent different from my own.

“...Gracias.” I tried to emulate him.

“Buen trabajo. Good job.”

Feeling inordinately pleased with myself, I tapped my toes on the step below the one I sat on. “I’ve got to get ready for work, but…talk to you tomorrow?”

“Sure, Abigail. Adiós.”

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