Page 19 of Ghost

With my phone hidden in my lap, I typed my response.

I’d love to. How does sushi sound?

Upon reading his sounds great response, an involuntary squeal shot from my lungs. Embarrassed, I pushed the plate of cold pancakes to the far side of the table and dropped my phone in my purse, hoping I was the only one who heard the audible outcry.

Instead of waiting for my bill, I tossed an ample amount of cash on the table and jumped from my seat.

“Love you, George,” I shouted openly.

“Love you, too, Abby,” he responded. “See you in a few hours.”

“I won’t be in for lunch.” I lengthened my stride, all but scurrying toward the door. “I’ve got some things to do.”

“Bringing him in?” he asked.

He knew me all too well. With my eyes fixed on the exit, I raised my hand in the air and gave a playful wave. “Bye, George.”

“Bringing him in?!” he shouted from behind me.

I pushed the door open and paused. “Love you, George.”

“Fucking biker,” he muttered.