Midnight Distractions

Avery

My phone buzzed with a text. Reflexively, my heart jumped. Declan? But it was just Wyatt.

Wyatt: Thanks again for dinner. Next time, my treat for real.

I smiled and typed back.

Me: Deal. And thanks for being understanding about my work schedule.

Wyatt: What are friends for? Besides, I'm just as bad. We can be workaholics together.

The idea was oddly comforting. Maybe that was what I needed.