“What did you tell him about today?”
“I used the Carlton excuse but did mention you were rewarding me with a few spa treatments.”
“Good one.”
“Well, it’s not totally a lie. I made us appointments for massages and pedicures this afternoon.” I grin smugly at her. “Your treat.”
“Actually, it’s Trixsters’ treat,” she throws back.
“Fair enough.”
“You have everything we need for tonight, right?”
“Triple checked this morning. We are good to go.”
My phone rings, and my stomach flip-flops when I see Walker’s name.
“Hey,” I answer cheerily.
“Hey, how’s the trip?”
“Well, if you don’t count the audiology bill I’m facing because of Maren’s horrible singing, it’s going good. We’re about thirty minutes away.”
“She that bad?”
“Cats in heat have more melody than she does.”
“Hey!” She smacks my thigh. “I’m not that bad.”
“Yes, you are,” I argue.
“Sounds like you two are back to normal.” He chuckles, the husky sound warms me inside.
“I’m calling a truce today. Who knows about tomorrow?”
“Speaking of tomorrow, when will you get back?”
“We should be back mid-afternoon.”
“You want an easy night in or to go out to dinner?”
My heart swells at the question. There’s no pretense, no hesitation, only the understanding that we’ll be together tomorrow night.
“Easy night in,” I answer.
“You got it. I’ll throw something on the grill. Call me when you get home and I’ll come get you.”
“I can drive over. It’s much easier than you having to go out of your way.”
“You’re never out of my way. Think you can be ready by five?”
“Five is perfect.”
“Be safe, Emi. You girls stay out of trouble.”
“How much trouble can we get into, getting pampered, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, and talking about boys?”
“For some reason, I think the two of you find trouble.”