Jill dialed a number on her cell phone and frowned. A shadow passed over her face. “He’s not picking up.”
“Who?” asked Myrtle.
“Cullen.” Jill gave a martyred sigh. “He needs to stir the barbeque in the crock pot. Maybe he’s fallen asleep. He’s had a rough day today. I guess I’ll have to go over and do it myself. Miles, it was great. I’ll see you over at my place in a little while.”
But before she could hurry away, Jill’s sister, Willow floated up to the group in her flowing, hippy garb with an intense look on her pale face. She put out a hand and grasped Jill’s arm in a tight grip. “Did you say you were going home?” Willow demanded. Myrtle was sure she’d heard Jill and was just determined to make a point.
Jill said shortly, “Yes, I’m going home. No, Cullen didn’t pick up the phone. Ye
