“Wouldn’t dare.” He stood up. “Whatever the case, I’m sure it’ll be all right. Sounds like just a communication thing. Call him later and I’m sure you’ll work it out.”
“I think you’re probably right. Thanks, Travis.”
* * * *
Around four, Mark called Drew’s cell again.
“Hello.”
At last.
“Hey, it’s me. I’ve been worried. Are you all right?”
“Hi, Mark. I’m fine.”
“Didn’t you get my messages?”
“Oh, sorry I did.”
Mark frowned at the phone. Drew had a funny tone to his voice. “Well, anyway, what are you doing tonight?”
“Um, I’m busy.”
He exhaled. “All right. Then tomorrow. Maybe you can come over again. Stay the night like last weekend.”
There was such a long silence Mark nearly repeated himself thinking Drew hadn’t heard.
“I can’t. I’m pretty busy the whole weekend.”
“Oh.” Mark tried to push the disappointment away. Okay, so Drew was busy. He opened his mouth to ask what Drew would be doing.
“Sorry, Mark, I really have to go. My mom’s calling me. Talk to you later.”