Chapter 12

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Thursday was hectic at work, and I didn’t have a chance to call her. I didn’t even make it home until late in the evening,

Get a good night’s sleep, I told myself, and call her in the morning.

I fought with myself about going right over there and talking to her in person.

No, that’s too needy. Be cool. Take it slow.

Take it slow? It had been three weeks. How much slower could one get?

And what if I dream again tonight? She’s been in my dreams all week, but none have been like last week. I have to do something about this.

The next day, I finally found time mid-morning to call her.

“Saturday night, would you like a good steak? Seafood? Some Greek food? It’s not that I dislike Italian, but I thought you might like a change. Where would you like to go?”

“Oh, my God! What a choice. I don’t think I’ve had seafood in ages, but there’s not many places around town that aren’t franchised to death.”