By Saturday, Preston was a nervous wreck. For the first time in God, he didn’t know how long, he was finally going out on a date.
Even though Abby didn’t have to get up early for school that morning, Preston didn’t stay up too late on the phone the night before with Cam. He still needed to be at work by eight for the restaurant’s morning breakfast rush, and he wanted a few moments to talk to Tess before he left and turned the computer over to Abby. So after he served her the usual blueberry pancakes, prepared the way she liked them, he booted up the desktop they kept in an unused linen closet off the downstairs hallway.
Tess had modified the space, turning it into a mini-computer room barely big enough for the small desk and chair they kept in there. The best part about it was that, once
