Page 6 of Pining for Dad's Friend On Halloween
“After you get the towel around you just slide the phone back to me and I’ll grab your phone and bring it toyou.”
Part of me is hoping she’ll come out in just the towel. To my disappointment, she opens the door a sliver and slides the phone back to me, our fingers brushing softly as she pullsaway.
“I have candles in here so I won’t keep you,” she says, a thread of unease in her voice. I hope I haven’t hit a nerve with the question about the boyfriend. She’d never had a boyfriend before this one, at least not to myknowledge.
“I’ll be downstairs, then,” I say, considering my wordscarefully.
“Stevie Nicks,” shesays.
A smile spreads across mylips.
“What?”
“Stevie Nicks was my costume. Not CarrieFischer.”
“Right,” I say, scrubbing a hand through myhair.
I make my way toward the hall as a slice of light cuts through the room. I freeze for a moment, clench my fist and look down, then continue toward thestairs.
Fuck. She’s perfect. And I know that if I get even a hair closer to her, we’re not ending this weekend without her in myarms.
