The Little Bookshop Of Promises. Debbie Macomber

      Now that he thought of it, Ellie had said something along those lines earlier this week. He hadn’t really responded. He figured he saw his parents often enough without their inviting him over for dinner. It wasn’t a big deal. Was it?

      “Then you really haven’t noticed...” Cal sounded less sure of himself now.

      “Noticed what?”

      Cal didn’t answer immediately. “I’m not sure I want to say.”

      “If you’re so all-fired worried, then why don’t you ask Mom and Dad yourself?” Glen suggested.

      Again Cal hesitated.

      “Obviously something’s really bothering you here—even if I can’t figure out what. You need to talk to them. Hell, I’ll go with you, if for no other reason than to get this burr out from under your saddle.”