“Come on, we haven’t seen each other in years,” Riva reminded her. “Just come for one drink so I can hear what you’ve been up to. It’s Friday night, for heaven’s sake.”
“We’ll be there,” Tyler answered for her.
“Great. See you there!”
As soon as Riva stepped away, Callie turned on Tyler and spoke more calmly than she felt. “What was all that about? Saying I’d be there? You have no right—”
He held up a hand, palm out. “Hold on. You obviously need to unwind. All work and no play will put you in the hospital with a nervous breakdown.”
She tilted her head and scowled at him. “Not likely.”
“Then what if I say that for every hour you spend having fun, I’ll count it toward your community service?”
Her eyes widened. “You can do that?”
“I can do whatever I want. I was given authority over you and your service hours. I just need to sign off to say you completed them.”
Callie quickly looked around to see if there was anything else to be washed. She pulled the plug to drain the water from the sink, rinsed and dried her hands, and untied her apron. “Then, let’s go.”
The clock in the nearly empty dining room said almost nine, which meant she’d worked a twelve-hour day. No wonder she was tired.
But she was also anxious to catch up with Riva, so she headed out the door ahead of Tyler.
“We can drop your car off at the house and take my truck if you want. No need for two cars.”
Abbott’s was a few miles from Poppy’s and his suggestion made sense. So why was she hesitating? “Sure. Thanks.” Probably because she’d noticed that being close to him brought back all the old feelings she’d had for him when they were teenagers. The feelings she’d been forced to keep hidden or face the wrath of her stepsister who’d thought Tyler belonged to her. But Wendy no longer had any power over Callie and any feelings she might have for Tyler were grown-up feelings that had grown-up consequences.
She had nothing to worry about as long as she kept her thoughts to herself. Which shouldn’t be too difficult since she was pretty sure he considered her a nuisance that he was saddled with for the next few weeks.
When they reached the house, they each went to their own bedroom. Callie would have liked a shower, but didn’t want him to wait for her. She merely washed her face and put on fresh makeup. At least she hadn’t been doing manual labor today, just cooking and cleaning up afterward. She released her hair from the bun she’d worn all day and fluffed it enough to make her reasonably happy with it. She donned fresh skinny jeans with a white tank top and canvas wedge sandals before heading to the front door.
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