'Thanks for the hour wait. I'll see you tomorrow.'
That was it. What was she to glean from that message? And an hour? She sent the message around seven, surely? Checking the time stamp on the message, she saw the message had been sent at 8:50pm. How was that possible? Did she lose reception? Had the message stayed dormant until an optimum level of signal was achieved? Why hadn't she waited to be sure the message had sent around seven? Picturing him sitting at the restaurant, clock watching, waiting for her to walk through the door, well anyone would be pissed. She flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, as Barker nuzzled in next to her. The gorgeous gown she had planned to wear, hung like a reminder of what tonight could have been.
But what exactly did she want from this? Turnin
