Page 8 of Mending Fences
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Daniel laughed. “That is about the most original line I’ve had anybody use to get ahold of my phone number.”
She willed her blush to stay away. “I don’t want your phone number for me. If I go missing, I want the police to know the last person I texted.”
He studied her booted foot and crutches. “Understandable but unnecessary.”
Candace burst into laughter as Daniel and Mandy exchanged information on their phones.
“I’ll see you at three.” He left in the direction of the deli.
Candace watched him go before turning her attention to Mandy. “I got ice cream in here. We better get home. I think there is enough melting going on.”
Mandy ignored the comment, balanced herself on her crutches, and followed her roommate out of the store.
