“I’m really sorry,” Edwin murmured. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t mean to blow you off. I’m sorry I was such an asshole today.”
“I would have appreciated a phone call, but…I don’t think you’re an asshole.”
“Can I have a chance to make all of this up to you?” Edwin asked.
“We don’t need to talk about this right now.”
“I want to.”
Carson shifted, settling his head on Edwin’s shoulder. “Why?”
“Because it’s more pleasant than talking about my dream.” Or about that afternoon. Or about Cooper. The more time he spent thinking about Carson, the less energy and attention he had for Cooper. Especially since it seemed like Cooper was gone for the night.
“Okay. How would you like to make it up to me?”
“I want to take you out to dinner…”
“I could make you dinner.”
“Shh. I want to take you out to dinner, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I want to take you somewhere nice. Like Dal Rae. Someplace with great food and a real sense of history.”