Chapter 72

“Well, it’s not like we live so far from each other. Call me again, we’ll hang out. We’ll go get a couple of drinks or something, maybe while Maka’s in Hawaii with his mom.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Todd…” he started, but then trailed off.

I looked him right in the eye, practically begging him to say something, to admit to having feelings for me. But he tore himself from my gaze to look at his son in the car and walked around to the driver’s side without finishing his thought. “Thanks again,” was all he said before getting in, giving Maka one of his trademark thigh slaps, and driving off.

I rejoined Katie and Francisco at the theater, and was mildly surprised when Chris tagged along for a ride with us.

He was having difficulty sandwiching his huge gut into the car behind Francisco’s seat, set far back to allow for his long legs. “Sorry,” I told him, once he was settled in. “I could have sat there. Where’s Jeff? I guess I thought you’d go with him.”