“I don’t know your family," Scott said, "but if he feels that way, maybe he’s right?”
“Or totally off base.” Corey sighed deeply. “I just don’t know.”
Scott put one arm around Corey’s shoulders. “When the time is right, you will.”
“If it ever is,” Corey replied, instinctively leaning into what might—or might not—have been an embrace of sorts.
“It will be.” Scott didn’t remove his arm as he said, “For now, though, we should get you back home. I suspect you’re going to get a call from your friendly stalker as soon as he finds a working payphone.”
“Probably,” Corey agreed.
He was a bit surprised that on one level he was hoping it would happen. Because it will mean he was watching us, so our plan is working. He frowned when something occurred to him. Taking a fast glance around to be certain no one was close to them as they walked back to Scott’s car, Corey asked quietly, “If he does call, can’t your people…? Okay, never mind. I always know the number, but even if you all were tapping my phone, you wouldn’t get to whatever payphone he used before he left it because he never talks long enough.”
“Exactly, unfortunately,” Scott replied just as quietly. “So we’ll keep on doing things the way we are. As a matter of fact, let’s step things up and go out to dinner again tomorrow night.”
Corey nodded. “Where?”
“You choose this time.”
“There’s a nice Italian restaurant a few blocks from where I live. We can walk to it, and I’ll even remember to wear my gloves.”
Scott laughed. “That might be a good idea unless the temperature rises forty degrees.”
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