Page 414 of Small Town Firsts
“But…” she teased.
“When are you coming back to me?”
“Yeah, you’re totally patient. Grant told me what you did for him, by the way. I didn’t expect you to reduce your fee.”
“Neither did I,” I admitted, making her laugh.
“I have to get some sleep. Rainbow’s up with the sparrows.”
“Rainbow.” I snorted. “I’ll never get used to that name.”
“Wait until you have to get used to the wo—” She cut herself off. “Okay, night. Bye.”
I grinned. “Night, Moonbeam.”
Sunday 11:57 am
Ryan G. Moon,
Did you dream of me?
Sincerely,
Preston Michael Shaw, Esquire
Sunday 12:22 pm
Who dis?
Sunday 12:51 pm
Ryan G. Moon,
I talked to my mom on Friday. You were right.
Sincerely,
Preston Michael Shaw, Esquire
Sunday 12:57 pm
Miss Moon:
I’m calling.
Out on the balcony, I glanced down at Smoky, who was batting a catnip palm tree with halfhearted interest as he eyed the phone in my hand. When her call came through, he sat up straight, all pretense of playing forgotten.
“She’s not calling you,” I informed him.
He promptly turned around and showed me his butt.
“Hey.” I leaned back against the railing and crossed my ankles with a casualness I so didn’t feel. “How’s things with Mom?”
“Tell me what happened.”
“No foreplay, got it.” Idly, I scratched my stomach through the baseball jersey I’d put on to wear to dinner at the bar with Bishop and my brother later. “I asked her straight out if she’d been with anyone else after my father. She indicated yes.”
Ryan didn’t reply right away. “I’m sorry.”
