“Perfect.” Baily walked away. “As for what I did before I landed here…I did nothing and everything. I started out in New York and worked my way west doing short-term jobs and sleeping in my truck. I didn’t think I wanted anything more than that, any sort of connection. Connections usually end in pain. That’s the way it works.” Baily picked up and studied the recipe card. Despite my lack of experience when it came to reading, I thought he was holding it way too close to his face, to hide more tears, perhaps. “I never imagined spending seven years in one place. Never.”
“Yet, here you are.”
“Longest home I ever had.” He set down the index card. “I have to go…do something.”
As Baily raced up the stairs, Del took a seat beside me on the window bench. “He’s a good guy, huh?”
Yes. I looked toward the top of the landing, feeling as if I should be there, yet stilled by the responsibility of keeping an eye on Del, something some might see as laziness.