I was hurt at the way he acted about my announcement and I assumed I'd never hear from him. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me Sunday morning. He wanted me to meet him at the garage where he worked. I agreed but it would have to be after church. I couldn't wait for church to let out. Racing to my car, I headed there still wearing my Sunday dress and my hair in curls.
Stephen was waiting by his car when I pulled in. Striding over, he got into my passenger seat and smiled at me while flicking one of my curls with his finger. “I came straight from church.” I explained.
“Little church mouse,” he muttered.
Finding myself getting a bit frustrated I asked. “So why do you want to see me?”
“Why wouldn't I want to see you?” I didn't