“My life isn’t as exciting as yours, I’m afraid. My two best friends live in other parts of the state. Teaching takes up quite a bit of time, as does my lab work. I enjoy that most of all, I think.”
He took another bike. “Damn, this is good. I love the sausage.”
“Andouille.” She explained primly.
“Tell me what you’re working on in the lab.”
Cody was surprised. He seemed relaxed with her, like he’d made some type of decision to stop worrying. She hoped that was the case. “How much do you know about quantum mechanics, wormholes and the theory of relativity?”
“Only what I learned in the movie Interstellar ,” he admitted with a grin.
“Well, you’re close,” Cody said, evoking a look of delight from Hunter. “Time travel isn’t happening anytime soon, maybe not in our lifetime, but we’re drawing closer. Even Stephen Hawking has changed his tune about it.”
Hunter didn’t need the details, but he was curious. “If time travel was feasible, I think I would return to the old west days. What would you do, Cody?”
Cody’s face grew serious. She fingered her scar. “That’s easy, I’d turn back time and not do some things that have hurt people I love.” She was talking about him. If she had to do it over again, she would do things differently.
Hunter wasn’t tempted to ask for details. He could understand having regrets, he had a few of his own. A few more bites and he’d cleaned his plate.
“Would you like more?” She held the bowl of jambalaya out toward him.
“No, but if you have extra, I’d like to take some home with me.” Cody’s cooking beat take-out any day. “What I do need is to you use your phone. I left my cell at the motel this morning and I need to call the hardware store and get them to order the flooring you’ve picked out. We’ll be needing it before you know it.”
“Sure, there’s one at the small desk by the media center in the living room. Feel free to use it. I’ll be in my office.” Gratefully, she made her escape. Sage had avoided him yesterday. She needed to decide what she was going to do. Cody could feel her time was running out.
Hunter went to the kitchen and found the materials listing. She’d selected hardwood, a beautiful golden oak. Settling down at the desk, he called the hardware store and was immediately put on hold. “Crap,” he mused. He hated to wait. As he sat there, his eye wandered over the books and DVDs Cody had collected. Smiling, he leaned forward. She read Cormac McCarthy, Michael Connelly, and Toni Morrison. Those were some of Sage’s favorite authors. He’d finally broken down and read Beloved , just because she’d asked him to. It was haunting, just like she said. The DVDs were even more interesting. Cody had a large number of movies, but all were the same genre. There wasn’t an action movie or a rom-com in the bunch. All of them were scary movies, thrillers, and some horror. Just like Sage. How odd. No wonder he seemed to be attracted to Cody, she reminded him of Sage on more than one level.
“Hello, may I help you?” Mr. Treadaway came on the line.
Hunter gave him the order and was given some delivery and payment information for Cody. “Hold on, I have to find a pen.” Opening the top drawer, he saw a pen and reached for it. There was a yellow sticky note right on top that contained two numbers—one was 782 and the other was 16. The numbers looked familiar. Shaking his head, Hunter wondered if he was going crazy. Everything seemed to contain a hidden message and he just couldn’t manage to make out what it said.
“Got it.” Mr. Treadaway gave him the info and Hunter stood. As he did so, a folder caught his attention. The Right One. Frowning, he picked it up. This sounded like Sage’s company. Sure enough, when he began to read, it was a dating service. The same one whose website he’d poured over with Sage. Had Cody signed up to find a date? And there was a photo in the side pocket. He knew
He took another bike. “Damn, this is good. I love the sausage.”
“Andouille.” She explained primly.
“Tell me what you’re working on in the lab.”
Cody was surprised. He seemed relaxed with her, like he’d made some type of decision to stop worrying. She hoped that was the case. “How much do you know about quantum mechanics, wormholes and the theory of relativity?”
“Only what I learned in the movie Interstellar ,” he admitted with a grin.
“Well, you’re close,” Cody said, evoking a look of delight from Hunter. “Time travel isn’t happening anytime soon, maybe not in our lifetime, but we’re drawing closer. Even Stephen Hawking has changed his tune about it.”
Hunter didn’t need the details, but he was curious. “If time travel was feasible, I think I would return to the old west days. What would you do, Cody?”
Cody’s face grew serious. She fingered her scar. “That’s easy, I’d turn back time and not do some things that have hurt people I love.” She was talking about him. If she had to do it over again, she would do things differently.
Hunter wasn’t tempted to ask for details. He could understand having regrets, he had a few of his own. A few more bites and he’d cleaned his plate.
“Would you like more?” She held the bowl of jambalaya out toward him.
“No, but if you have extra, I’d like to take some home with me.” Cody’s cooking beat take-out any day. “What I do need is to you use your phone. I left my cell at the motel this morning and I need to call the hardware store and get them to order the flooring you’ve picked out. We’ll be needing it before you know it.”
“Sure, there’s one at the small desk by the media center in the living room. Feel free to use it. I’ll be in my office.” Gratefully, she made her escape. Sage had avoided him yesterday. She needed to decide what she was going to do. Cody could feel her time was running out.
Hunter went to the kitchen and found the materials listing. She’d selected hardwood, a beautiful golden oak. Settling down at the desk, he called the hardware store and was immediately put on hold. “Crap,” he mused. He hated to wait. As he sat there, his eye wandered over the books and DVDs Cody had collected. Smiling, he leaned forward. She read Cormac McCarthy, Michael Connelly, and Toni Morrison. Those were some of Sage’s favorite authors. He’d finally broken down and read Beloved , just because she’d asked him to. It was haunting, just like she said. The DVDs were even more interesting. Cody had a large number of movies, but all were the same genre. There wasn’t an action movie or a rom-com in the bunch. All of them were scary movies, thrillers, and some horror. Just like Sage. How odd. No wonder he seemed to be attracted to Cody, she reminded him of Sage on more than one level.
“Hello, may I help you?” Mr. Treadaway came on the line.
Hunter gave him the order and was given some delivery and payment information for Cody. “Hold on, I have to find a pen.” Opening the top drawer, he saw a pen and reached for it. There was a yellow sticky note right on top that contained two numbers—one was 782 and the other was 16. The numbers looked familiar. Shaking his head, Hunter wondered if he was going crazy. Everything seemed to contain a hidden message and he just couldn’t manage to make out what it said.
“Got it.” Mr. Treadaway gave him the info and Hunter stood. As he did so, a folder caught his attention. The Right One. Frowning, he picked it up. This sounded like Sage’s company. Sure enough, when he began to read, it was a dating service. The same one whose website he’d poured over with Sage. Had Cody signed up to find a date? And there was a photo in the side pocket. He knew
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