Chapter 37

He glances and sees Meredith there, pointing at her watch—break’s over, and he hasn’t even talked to Jeremy yet. Damn.

Jane still prattles in his ear. “All excited about the first grade, you know how kids get. She made you a necklace out of macaroni, can’t wait to give it to you. I tried to look at it and God, you’d think I was going to steal it. It’s for Uncle Blake—Momma can’t touch it.”

Blake makes a shooing gesture with one hand, which makes Meredith frown. When she goes, she leaves his door wide open. So much for privacy. Into the phone, Blake coos, “Aww.”

His thoughts drift to his friend’s daughter, a beautiful six year old with her father’s dark curls and her mother’s infectious giggle. Yes, a visit with them is long overdue. When did his social calendar deteriorate to this?

“Next Monday?” he asks. “How’s that sound? Say six thirty?”

“Let me check with Joe, but I’m sure it’s fine.” Jane laughs. “But I’m thinking you didn’t call to talk to me.”