“Sweet.” His phone beeps, and he checks it, grimacing. “I’m running behind. But call me, okay? Love you.” “Aww, thanks.” He narrows his eyes. “I love you,” he repeats pointedly. “You’re my number one guy.” “I love you so much,” he insists. “Couldn’t survive without you.” He groans. “One of these days, I’ll make you say it.”
