Chapter 58

“What?” Richard asks.

CJ shakes the blankets off as he climbs out of bed. “I said forget it. I’ll see you at one.”

With another sigh, Richard says, “Babe, I said I don’t know what time—”

“You said one.” CJ gathers the phone up from where it rests between the sheets and sets it back on the bedside table. “See you then. Love you.”

Before Richard can argue, CJ hangs up. He’s not mad, he tells himself. Richard’s busy, that’s all. He shakes the blankets into some semblance of order and then shucks off his boxers. Naked, he pads out into the hall, scratching his disheveled hair as he tries to remember the bus schedule. It’s still early. He has plenty of time.

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