Chapter 10

In the kitchen, I prepared two coffees, one black for me, and one heavy on the milk and sugar for Nash. Inside my pocket, my phone vibrated. Lou was calling. “Hey,” I answered, putting the milk back in the fridge. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing tonight?”

“I don’t know yet, why?” With the phone in the nook of my shoulder, I carried the hot cups into the bedroom. I was probably going to go dancing.

“My mother wants you to come over.”

In the bedroom, Nash was changing into his nurse uniform. He popped his head out of the blue scrub top and smiled. “You’re too sweet,” he said, taking his coffee.

“Micah?” Lou said, on the line. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah…but what do you mean come over? Where? The store?” I set down my cup on the cluttered dresser, walked up to Nash and ran my fingers through his short brown hair, trying to get it to obey.

“I mean, at my parents’ place. It’s Saturday night. Jam night. And we want you to come over.”