Chapter 24

Emerson needed something to distract him, so he grabbed his guitar from where it sat on the corner of the couch. He strummed a few chords, not really paying attention to what he played. The simple up and down motion calmed his mind, and the aching fingers gave him something to focus on.

When his phone rang, the unexpected noise jarred with the ones issuing from the guitar. It was an awful combination.

He picked up his phone off the couch’s arm and saw it was Sean. Emerson answered immediately.

“Hello?”

“I wondered if it was too early to call.”

“No, we’re awake.”

“How are you feeling?”

Emerson shifted the guitar so it lay flat on his lap, then reclined against the back of the couch. “Okay, but not fantastic.”

“Let me apologize again for—”

“No, it wasn’t your fault. I’m not going to listen to you say you’re sorry again.”

Sean’s voice had a hint of laughter in it. “All right. Do you feel like coming over for dinner? Or are you too tired?”