Chapter 6

Stupid. The whole disagreement. The last quarter of an hour. Richard Gardener might walk out and arrange for Ethan’s dismissal. Worse, they might never speak again. Hard to admit, but Ethan didn’t want either outcome.

The man reached for the latch as Ethan snapped out, “Wait.”

Richard spun around. “It’s Rich.”

“What?”

“My name. I go by Rich these days.”

Took a few seconds to make sense. “You go by…But…” No. Too priceless. Ethan laughed.

“What do you find so funny?”

The question made him chuckle more; his eyes watered. “Sorry. It’s…” Oh God, he snorted. “It’s…” No, he still couldn’t find enough air. “To think…It’s too hysterical. Rich Gardener. Poor gardener.” Ethan flapped a hand, wishing the action might wave away his giggles. “You and me. What a pair. Rich man, poor man. Oh so…So silly.”

Thank goodness Richard smiled…and leaned against the door, staying awhile longer.

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