Skyla shakes her head vehemently, and I chuckle. “You mind?”
“Be my guest.”
I walk to the recliner and eat the Jell-O. The guilt is nearly drowning me, and all I can think about is hearing Jess’s voice.
No, I need to see her.
I look over at Skyla, and she’s fallen asleep again. The fruit and yogurt are nearly gone. It looks like she at least ate three-quarters of it. That’s something.
I quietly exit the room and pull my phone out of my pocket, not able to wait a minute longer.
I hit dial and wait as the nerves bounce around my abdomen.
Her voice is like silk as she answers. “Hey, you.”
“I need you.”
“Time and place, handsome.”