In a flash, my phone was out of my hands and in one of Denver’s massive ones. He faced the screen. “Hello.” Silence. Then, “Holy Christ on a cracker.” “MOM!” I cried, my jaw dropping. I wasn’t sure if my jaw was dropping because of my mother’s outburst or the fact that Denver’s handsome face spread in the most addicting, spellbinding, way known in history. Denver smiled. At my mom.
