The smile that came across Gansey's face blindsided him. Blue Sargent had a cell phone. Would wonders never cease?
"Welcome to the 21st century, Jane," Gansey teased lightly. He dug the paper with his new phone number from his pants pocket and programmed it easily into Blue's phone. Darrow had supplied Gansey with a phone that suited him: sleek and and large and capable of multitasking. It seemed Darrow had the foresight to match Blue's phone needs, as well. Hers was simple -- minimalist and still largely versatile.
"There." He handed it back to her. "Call me anytime you need." Or wanted. Or could. As much as she was comfortable with.
"Do you live here?" It dawned on him that maybe they all did. That, or this had been an organized breakfast. One at which Gansey had become an accidental guest. Hopefully, not a guest at all? He added, "Do I?" He hoped he did. If this was the way it was in Hywel, Gansey had everything he needed right there.
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"Welcome to the 21st century, Jane," Gansey teased lightly. He dug the paper with his new phone number from his pants pocket and programmed it easily into Blue's phone. Darrow had supplied Gansey with a phone that suited him: sleek and and large and capable of multitasking. It seemed Darrow had the foresight to match Blue's phone needs, as well. Hers was simple -- minimalist and still largely versatile.
"There." He handed it back to her. "Call me anytime you need." Or wanted. Or could. As much as she was comfortable with.
"Do you live here?" It dawned on him that maybe they all did. That, or this had been an organized breakfast. One at which Gansey had become an accidental guest. Hopefully, not a guest at all? He added, "Do I?" He hoped he did. If this was the way it was in Hywel, Gansey had everything he needed right there.