And I’m back to thinking he must have figured out how I feel about him, even though it seems highly unlikely. I mean, I haven’t told him specifically—or written my feelings on a sign—but whatever it is, I hope it won’t come between us.
I can live without having Lee Conway as my life partner, but I can’t live without his friendship. Losing that would kill me.
In the end, I decide to give him time and live with his ire if it turns out he overslept—yeah, right!—and I neglected to wake him. I shove my feet into my shoes and head out on my own.