"Okay, calm down." I dialed Trent's number, and he answered immediately, as if he'd been waiting for me to call. "Hey," I said.
He groaned in that way that drove me nuts, and I shifted on the bed, wishing he were here with me right now.
"Hearing your voice and not being able to touch you is the worst form of torture," he said.
"Stop." I laughed. "It's not that bad."
"Torture," he said more forcefully. "What're the chances you're calling to tell me I need to come get you because you miss me so much you can't stand it and you want to run away with me?"
I laughed a little harder, despite the way my heart melted at his words. "Slim, but I do miss you so much I can't stand it. Hey, Abby's here with me, and I'm putting you on speaker. So, behave." I hit the button for speaker and set the phone on the bed.
"No promises." He chuckled. "Hi, Abby."
"Hi, Trent," she said, her gaze locked on me. She was smiling so hard I thought her face might split in two.