Cowboy Baby Daddy

“I'll be home tomorrow. Can we have dinner?”

“Absolutely. What time? I promised Ryan I’d help out at the lumber yard since I’m going to be in town.”

“Six-thirty-ish?”

“Okay. I'll have some dinner ready. I can't wait to see you.”

“Ditto. I'll talk to you then.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Night, Luke.” I hit the end button and dropped my phone on my bed.

***

“I don't understand what happened?” I stood, looking at Chris who was standing in the doorway to my office trying to explain.

“Someone will have to get a panel from the other job. This one is already a week behind, and we can't wait to get another one made.”

“I'll go.” I said grabbing my keys from the desk.

“I’ll ride with you.” He offered. “Might need someone to throw a little muscle around with the foreman. He can be kinda stubborn.”

“I sent John a text. He’s going to head over to assess the damage. We’ll meet him there,” I told Chris.

It was almost four, and I knew that meant I wasn't going to be home in time for dinner, so I shot Luke a text letting him know that I would see him Sunday.

Can't make dinner had a disaster, I’m so sorry. :(

Emerson

Everything Okay?

Luke

Afraid not. It’s a mess. I have to figure this out

and shuffle some work around to get a job completed

that was due last week. I'm am not a happy camper right now.

Emerson

Raincheck for Sunday then. We should be back around 3.

Luke

Perfect. I am so sorry. Miss you

Emerson.

Miss you too. Be safe. I’ll call you later.

Luke

I dropped my phone in the cup holder just as Chris closed the door to the truck.

“You have plans for tonight?”