been.
Walking her to the front door, I turn and press a gentle kiss to her lips. I watch her open the door and start to make her way inside. When she glances back, I leave her with a smile and a wink before making my way to my truck and getting in. Taking one last look at the door that she disappeared behind, I start my truck and back out of the drive, making my way back to my house.
When I get home, I throw a tennis ball around with Max for a while before my phone beeps with a text. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I can only assume that it’s Tate still being pissed off, but it’s not. Instead I feel like the wind got knocked out of me when I open the message from Lyn.
Lynnie: