He got up and showered, and when he was done, wrapped a towel around his waist, sat on his bed and picked up the phone once more.
Jabbing his finger into the speed dial number, Matt waited, breath held, as he listened to the rings.
“Dr. Lassiter.”
Matt swallowed, his heart hammering. “Calvin, this is Matt. Matt Walton.”
No response.
His palms sweating, he cleared his throat. “Are you there?”
“Yes. How did you get my number?”
“Nathan.”
“Ah. Okay, what is it?”
“I was wondering…I’m off today.”
“I remember.”
Matt lay down. He thought maybe it would help. “Want to maybe go somewhere with me?”
Smooth, Matt.
“Where?”
Okay, that was not a no. “Um, dinner?”
Matt could hear a sort of rustling on the other end and he was dreading Calvin saying no. He just knew he was going to. And probably with some lame excuse like he was washing his hair. He prepared himself for the disappointment.
“What time?”
He sat up straight. “What time?”