The Cross Family
And when the meal ended and the desserts came out—Mya’s favorite lemon tart, Trina’s craving for chocolate, Cameron stealing bites off everyone’s plate—Casey’s phone buzzed.
A text from Rowan.
Rowan: Shift ended late. You okay?
Casey stared at it for a long moment.
Then he typed back.
Casey: Come to dinner next time. You’d be welcome.
He hesitated.
Not because he doubted her.
Because he hoped.
Then he hit send.
Across town, Rowan sat in her car outside her apartment, engine off, uniform still on, exhaustion pressing behind her eyes. Her phone buzzed.
She read the message once.