Page 26 of The One Night Dash

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Zbears:

Sure.

What the heck?

Zbears:

Or you can call me Emmett. Ladies’ choice.

Me:

Me:

1-Phone procured. 2-Why do you not have a passcode? 3-Kick butt tonight!

Zbears:

1-We won’t be back in the city until Tuesday; keep it till then. I’ll swing by. 2-I don’t need one. 3-* will do.

Zbears:

Dress update, Sal needs another day, but all is good. No stress.

Me:

Please tell him I appreciate it.

Zbears:

I’ll swing by when I get back into town.

Me:

I can bring it to you.

Zbears:

Coming to the Vancouver game?

Me:

I believe that’s the plan.

Zbears:

Cool.

Me:

Cool.

I stare at the phone,waiting for more, but maybe that’s all there is. I’ll bring it to the arena.

Cool …

I was gone lessthan an hour, and I already feel guilty for cutting into Angie’s reading time. She’d never complain. She insists that the reason she took the job five years ago was to get first dibson new releases and ensure we order them. Still, I know she treasures those quiet hours curled in the back with a paperback.

I ignore the fact that I’m itching to get the words buzzing in my head out onto a page and settle back into the rhythm of the store.

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