Waiting by the phone for Jonathan to call became a daily thing. Jennifer laughed at herself. She didn’t wait for a boy to call when she was a teenager, but now, at nearly 30, this guy had turned her world upside down. And she loved it. And she hated it. Mostly she hated waiting. She wanted him close. Here or there, it didn’t matter. Just close to her.
She was lying on the couch, attempting to read a book she had picked up on the last trip she and Suzanne had taken into town. Concentrati...