Chapter Eleven
After taking Fitz back home and feeding him, the phone rang. It was Connor, sounding regretful. “I hate this, but a coworker asked me to trade shifts with him because he’s having some sort of family emergency. I’m so sorry.”
“No worries, Connor. That’s nice of you to step in like that. Didn’t you just get off a long shift, though?”
“Afraid so. But I did have a few hours in-between and took a nap and a shower, so it’s not as bad as it could be. I mostly feel bad about supper. Can we take a raincheck?”
I said, “Of course we can. Anytime.”
As I hung up, I reflected that part of me did feel a very mild disappointment. But part of me was relieved to just spend a quiet evening at home with some mac and cheese, my book, and Fitz. I wondered if I’d have had the same reaction if
