“Are you home?” he asked in lieu of “Hi.”
“Yeah.”
“Would you mind if I came up? Just for a minute. I have something to show you.”
“Sure. Of course. No problem.” My heart disagreed. It was beating a thousand times a minute. “I just called you.” Shit! Why had I said that?
“Signal problems. I’m on the train. Anything important?”
“It can wait until you get here.”
“Good deal. Then I’ll see you in a little bit.”