Chapter 15

Jesse sat, and they ate the ice cream. He accepted what Denny had said about being in Tampa, not Miami. He knew the hectic flight schedules and quick layovers could be disorienting. He felt relieved: he knew there had to have been a logical explanation. As Jesse was getting up to take the empty bowls to the kitchen, Denny’s cell phone rang. Jesse stopped, turned and looked back at Denny.

Don’t let it be another emergency flight assignment!

“Hello. Oh…uh…hi.” Denny looked at Jesse. He waved him on.

Jesse started out of the room but stopped again in the doorway. Denny got up and walked toward the patio. As he was going out the door, Jesse thought he heard him say, “This is not a good time—”

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Denny slid the patio door shut behind him. Through the pane he saw Jesse, brow wrinkled, looking concerned, turn and walk out of sight into the kitchen.