AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Sorry, Mrs. S, but you know with the new baby I keep my phone on.”
“You and your comrades will be the death of me,” she sniped.
But I stopped listening to my grandmother complain about the shortening of her last name when I heard River answer his phone.
“Hey, Wilson, we’re running late. Mrs. S’s granddaughter showed up early. We’ll be on our way in five minutes.”
Wilson.
It had to be a coincidence.
“Right. See you then.” River disconnected the call and tilted his head to the side while studying me. “Do you need more than five minutes?”
No, I feared I needed a new life.
There had to be more than one Wilson in Idaho, right?
“You know what, I think I’m going to stay here and catch up on some sleep.”
“Did you not sleep well at the resort? The beds there are lovely.”
Shit.
“The bed was, um, fine. I just mean in general. You know, late nights at work and all.”
“Nonsense. The whole gang will be there. It’s the breakfast party before the wedding this evening.”
Yes, the wedding. I was Gram’s plus-one.
That reminded me. I forgot my garment bag at the resort.
“Crap. I left my dress at the hotel.”
I pulled out my phone but got no further when my grandmother, in her no-talkback tone told me what I was going to do and how I was going to do it.
“Set that backpack down, fish your handbag out of it, and let’s get a move on it. I haven’t eaten yet today and Elmer’s pancakes are my favorite. River, pull your plant-killing truck to the front entrance if you would. Atlee will help me down.”
“Yes, Gram.”
I did as told and watched River walk out the door with a broad smile.
I tried to be nonchalant when I asked, “Who’s going to be at breakfast?”
She rattled off a list of names, confirming this man Wilson would be in attendance.
“Who’s Wilson?” Again I was going for nonchalant but my grandmother’s finely honed radar perked up.
“I’ve told you about Wilson McCray. He’s what they call the team leader.”
My stomach clenched.
“I thought his name was Walter.”
“No, child. Wilson.”
I offered my grandmother my hand to help her out of the chair while I prayed to all things holy that Wilson whatever-his-last-name-was from last night was not Wilson McCray.
Surely, there had to be another Wilson nearby.
