Call me after the team dinner tonight, Harper’s text says.
all me after the team dinner tonightMy teammates and I are on a quick overnight trip to Vancouver. As soon as I make it back to the hotel room I share with Grant after the team dinner, I press her contact info in my phone.
Settling onto the plush bed, I wait impatiently for the phone to ring. When she answers, my mouth lifts in a lazy smile. “Hey.”
She laughs, the sound musical and light. “Hey.”
“What are you doing?”
“Just sitting on my bed with my notebook. I’m making some notes for the article I need to write tomorrow.” I can hear her shift against the mattress.
“Nice. What’s it about?”
“This one is just a boring tech article.”
I nod. “Gotcha.”
Now that I know her goal of writing a book someday, I’ve been encouraging Har
