Mainly a nosy roommate who wanted to know every single thing about my trip and who texted me incessantly until I returned home to fill her in—on most of it—in person. When I asked Davis to drop me off at my apartment after we left the small Lansing airport, I worried Vincent might think the worst. But my head was still wrapping itself around the fresh developments, and I reassured him while also promising myself everything would be okay.
We stare at one another with a million words to say. Apologies and questions about the future, but we're at work now and I promised myself, and Vincent, I would be an excellent assistant. Those things have to wait.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket. I'm waiting on a call from Vincent's dry cleaner so I don't waste a second pulling it free.
HENRY: How is your dad?
I roll my eyes and slip the phone back in my pocket without answering.
"What?" Vincent asks, studying me carefully.