and trim work.”
“You aren’t being too much of a pest to the guys, are you?”
Jordan punched her friend in the arm. “When am I ever a pest?” she demanded, quickly adding, “Don’t answer that. I didn’t realize home repairs were so much work.”
Kale nodded. “Judging by what’s already been done, it will all be worth it in the end.”
“I think you’re right. So, tell me about your day.”
Kale grinned and repositioned himself on the couch so that he was facing her. “We’ve been banging our heads against the wall trying to figure out how to make the synapse connections. Today, it all came together. We’ll try our second test with the lab animals tomorrow. If things work out the way we hope, the implant should be ready in about two weeks.”
“Wow. I see Peter again on Monday. Everything should be fine. I’m feeling great.”
“I think you should talk to Peter about coming back to work. You really should be involved in the final testing and preparations. After all, you’ve put a lot of work into this thing as well. It would be great for you to be there and have a voice in the wrap-up.”
“I agree. Being out of the loop for the past few weeks has been hell. I’ve missed being in the middle of the action. I’ll talk to Peter about it on Monday.”
Kale stood up. “Okay, sounds like a plan. So, what do you want for dinner?”
* * *
“Mmm, this is good. You’re a great cook.”
Jordan and Kale were sitting side by side on the couch with plates of spaghetti balanced on their laps. Large pillows were positioned on each side of Jordan, propping her up.
“My grandma taught me well.”
Jordan looked over at him and grinned. “She forgot to teach you how to comb your hair.”
Kale tried to keep from smiling. “What do you mean by that?”
Jordan coyly covered her mouth with her hand and batted her eyelashes. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Very funny, Jord. Very funny.”
She grinned at Kale. “I thought so. Are you doing the dishes tonight or am I?”
Kale rose to his feet and took Jordan’s plate from her. “You go ahead and read your old diaries. I’ll do the dishes. Then we’ll talk about this dream of yours, okay?”
Jordan looked up at Kale. “How about you rinse, I’ll load the sonic cleanser, and we’ll talk about the dream while we work?”
“Okay then. Let’s do it.” Kale scooped Jordan from the couch and gently placed her in her hover-chair. “Lead the way.”
Kale handed the first dish to Jordan. “Tell me about the dream.”
“Well, I dreamed that I woke up at 6:00 a.m., just like I do every morning. I got up, got dressed, and headed for the kitchen. The moment I opened my bedroom door, I could smell muffins and coffee. I thought you were treating me to breakfast, but when I got to the living room, it was all changed. My furniture was gone, and in its place was this stuff that looked like it was from the early 2000s. That really freaked me out. I thought you might be responsible, so I went to the kitchen looking for you—so I could kick your ass. But when I got there, the door opened and a middle-aged woman poked her head out. She called out for Maggie. Can you believe it?”
Kale handed Jordan another dish. “Maggie? You mean the Maggie from the diaries?”
“Yes, or at least, I think so. Just then, this young red-haired girl breezes by me like I’m invisible and goes into the kitchen.”
“What did she look like?”
“She looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old.”
Kale frowned. “I can see why the dream creeped you out. What happened next?”
“The kid left for school and I asked the mother why they were in my house. She ignored me, and when I tried to get her attention, a really sharp pain shot through my head and my throat started to close up. I tried to reach for a glass of water, but my chair tilted forward and dumped me. The next thing I knew, you were pounding on my bedroom door.”
Jordan loaded the last dish, and Kale
“You aren’t being too much of a pest to the guys, are you?”
Jordan punched her friend in the arm. “When am I ever a pest?” she demanded, quickly adding, “Don’t answer that. I didn’t realize home repairs were so much work.”
Kale nodded. “Judging by what’s already been done, it will all be worth it in the end.”
“I think you’re right. So, tell me about your day.”
Kale grinned and repositioned himself on the couch so that he was facing her. “We’ve been banging our heads against the wall trying to figure out how to make the synapse connections. Today, it all came together. We’ll try our second test with the lab animals tomorrow. If things work out the way we hope, the implant should be ready in about two weeks.”
“Wow. I see Peter again on Monday. Everything should be fine. I’m feeling great.”
“I think you should talk to Peter about coming back to work. You really should be involved in the final testing and preparations. After all, you’ve put a lot of work into this thing as well. It would be great for you to be there and have a voice in the wrap-up.”
“I agree. Being out of the loop for the past few weeks has been hell. I’ve missed being in the middle of the action. I’ll talk to Peter about it on Monday.”
Kale stood up. “Okay, sounds like a plan. So, what do you want for dinner?”
* * *
“Mmm, this is good. You’re a great cook.”
Jordan and Kale were sitting side by side on the couch with plates of spaghetti balanced on their laps. Large pillows were positioned on each side of Jordan, propping her up.
“My grandma taught me well.”
Jordan looked over at him and grinned. “She forgot to teach you how to comb your hair.”
Kale tried to keep from smiling. “What do you mean by that?”
Jordan coyly covered her mouth with her hand and batted her eyelashes. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Very funny, Jord. Very funny.”
She grinned at Kale. “I thought so. Are you doing the dishes tonight or am I?”
Kale rose to his feet and took Jordan’s plate from her. “You go ahead and read your old diaries. I’ll do the dishes. Then we’ll talk about this dream of yours, okay?”
Jordan looked up at Kale. “How about you rinse, I’ll load the sonic cleanser, and we’ll talk about the dream while we work?”
“Okay then. Let’s do it.” Kale scooped Jordan from the couch and gently placed her in her hover-chair. “Lead the way.”
Kale handed the first dish to Jordan. “Tell me about the dream.”
“Well, I dreamed that I woke up at 6:00 a.m., just like I do every morning. I got up, got dressed, and headed for the kitchen. The moment I opened my bedroom door, I could smell muffins and coffee. I thought you were treating me to breakfast, but when I got to the living room, it was all changed. My furniture was gone, and in its place was this stuff that looked like it was from the early 2000s. That really freaked me out. I thought you might be responsible, so I went to the kitchen looking for you—so I could kick your ass. But when I got there, the door opened and a middle-aged woman poked her head out. She called out for Maggie. Can you believe it?”
Kale handed Jordan another dish. “Maggie? You mean the Maggie from the diaries?”
“Yes, or at least, I think so. Just then, this young red-haired girl breezes by me like I’m invisible and goes into the kitchen.”
“What did she look like?”
“She looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old.”
Kale frowned. “I can see why the dream creeped you out. What happened next?”
“The kid left for school and I asked the mother why they were in my house. She ignored me, and when I tried to get her attention, a really sharp pain shot through my head and my throat started to close up. I tried to reach for a glass of water, but my chair tilted forward and dumped me. The next thing I knew, you were pounding on my bedroom door.”
Jordan loaded the last dish, and Kale
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