Page 21 of Courageous Demands

Hello?

I don’t know. I need to think.

Fair enough – thank you for replying.

If I’m quiet, it doesn’t mean that I’m ignoring you. I might be on a call or something. I’ve got a weird schedule sometimes.

Same. If I’m proceeding over a trial, I sure can’t check my phone unless I call a recess – but I will reply.

Gotcha.

Alec?

Yeah?

If you decide to talk, just give me a heads-up so I can bring the ingredients to room temperature. I hope you do, but I understand if it takes a while. If we talk, I know that this will need to happen slowly.

A snail gliding over salt would have a better reaction and get there faster.

You know that salt destroys the mucus… oh.

Yup.

Still want to talk?

Yes.

Fine.

You’ll get your wish.

Tomorrow night.

I gotta shower, sleep, and get some things done, you know, buy mace or a taser.

I’m not that bad.

We’ll see, I guess.

Talking never hurt anyone.

It hurt me, remember?

I gotta go, Willow.

Of course. See you tomorrow.

I might change my mind.

Then I’ll take the lasagna to your mother’s and drop it off.

Alec stared at the phone, everything within him, hoping, wishing, and praying that this wasn’t just some sick and twisted knife in his back. He’d tried so hard to wipe her from his memory over the years, and nothing had worked. Now that she was back on his radar, he felt like the biggest fool because he was falling into her trap like a fly caught in a web.

You win. See you tomorrow night – to talk.

See you tomorrow.

WEAR SOME FREAKING CLOTHING TOO!

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