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Want to come over to Martin’s for dinner?
Tonight?
Yeah. You two need to meet, remember?
There was a brief pause before I saw the dots dance across the screen.
Okay. Should I bring anything?
I smiled as I texted back.
Just your sweet ass, sweetheart.
Okay. What time should I be there?
Let me check with Martin.
I called Martin on his cell.
“You’re up,” he answered.
“I am.”
“I’ll make sure all the blinds are closed.”
“Thanks.”
After I moved to Alaska, Martin knew I was coming back to help him and that I’d need a safe place to stay while I was here, so he and Marcy had blackout curtains installed on all the windows. To be safer, I slept in the basement because with my luck, Millie would open the curtains to wake me and really set my ass on fire.
After I threw on some sweats, I walked upstairs and found Martin in his office. “What time should Calla come for dinner?”
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “I think you should ask the boss.”
“Marcy isn’t here.”
“She’ll be here in a few minutes,” he said, and just as he spoke the words, I heard her car pull into the driveway.
“She’s here now.”
We stared at each other as I waited for the chaos that was his kids to come running into the house. Once the door shut and I heard their little feet run up to their rooms, I left to go find his wife.
“Hey, Marse.”
Her cobalt eyes brightened, and a smile spread across her face as she opened her arms for a hug. “I think it’s unfair you don’t age.”
I embraced her. “Neither do you.”
She laughed as we pulled apart. “Please. I woke up yesterday and found my first grey hair. Grey hair at thirty-five. Thirty-five!”
I knew some woman got grey hair in their twenties, but I didn’t want to point that out to her. “You’re still as beautiful as the day we met.”
“Stop hitting on my wife,” Martin snapped, walking into the kitchen.
Marcy rolled her eyes at the ridiculous statement.
I rubbed the back of my neck. I felt like a kid asking his mom if someone could come over and play.
“What is?” Marcy asked.
