I scratch the side of my head as I think of a response. I really can’t afford to take a day off. My campaign manager would castrate me for even thinking about it. They can go to my house if they want without me, that’s not a problem. There’s plenty of staff to let them in.
But then I wouldn’t get to see her.
I think for another minute, my fingers hovering over my phone. How long does swimming take? An hour? Two? I could probably push my schedule an hour.
“Colter.”
I can hear the annoyance in Oliver’s voice, and I glance up to see him glaring at me while we’re stopped at a red light.
I’m going to regret this.
“Home.”