“It just happened. Again, I’m sorry.” Jonah thinks: show respect, keep calm, keep cool, and try to keep quiet.
It sounds…
Jason’s phone buzzes on the passenger’s seat. A picture of Dillon appears on its screen: large and handsome smile, bright-white teeth, perfect hair, some stubble on his chin and cheeks.
“Dillon calling you? Do you want to get that, or should I?”
“Neither of us will get it,” Jason replies. He swipes the ignore button on the phone’s surface. The buzzing stops and the picture of Dillon vanishes.
“The one and only guy I thought I would be with for years. Nice dick. Great body. A great fuck. Nailed me like a Greek god. Too bad he was uninterested in threesomes and foursomes. Our relationship would have worked out if he agreed to fucking other cops with me. Dillon didn’t like man sandwiches, though. Never did. We could have had a blast going from one blue’s dick to the next. But Dillon wasn’t into that. He was a one man’s man.”