Chapter 8We were busy enough that thoughts of Xavier snuck in only occasionally. I’d sent him a good morning text when I’d gotten to work—because when I’d actually woken up had been too early—and he’d replied with his own good morning and a promise to call later. I kept my phone on me, which I didn’t usually do during the hours I served, because I wanted to be sure not to miss his call. I knew I made the right choice when, just as I was setting down a tableful of food, I felt the vibrations. I placed the last plate, then dug my phone out of my pocket.
“Hey, one sec,” I said by way of greeting, then tucked the phone against my chest and smiled at the patrons in front of me. They were regulars and had been coming in since Lucy was a baby. She was ten now. I didn’t feel bad answering in fron
