Chapter 6: Is He Screening Your Calls?

Schuyler

Stepping from my shower, I wrap my hair in a small towel on top of my head and secure another towel under my arms. I’m wiping the moisture from the large vanity mirror with a spare cloth when I hear a knock on the door.

“Schuyler, your mother is on the phone,” Calvin calls through the closed door.

“Come in,” I call back to him. “Can you put it on speaker on the counter for me?”

He complies then leans against the open doorway.

“Hi, Mom,” I greet, tightening the towel covering my chest.

“Calvin seems like a perfect gentleman,” my mother swoons, unaware he can hear her.

As a red blush graces his cheeks, I decide to not inform her she is on speakerphone. Knowing my mother, she’ll have much to say or, better yet, ask about him.

“Dallas shared all the details this morning,” Mom continues. “I’m just calling to see what the diagnosis was.”

“The doctor believes it’s a bug bite that I’m having an allergic reaction to,” I share, acutely aware that Calvin’s eyes haven’t left my towel-cove