I shouldn’t care at all.
I couldn’t.
I had to keep reminding myself that Krystal was only going to be here for a few weeks. My phone chimed with a text, and I scanned it.
MS: You’ve got a blind date next Friday night with my friend, Jenny.
MS: You can’t get out of it this time.
MS: You owe me, remember?
Great. Another blind date. Between my sister and the entire senior population of Minden trying to set me up with someone, I barely had time to myself.
My gaze wandered back to Krystal. I wouldn’t mind more time with her, though. What did that say?