Chapter 40

He dug through the flotsam of blankets and books that surrounded the bed until he found his jeans and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. The display told him that it was almost three a.m. It also informed him that he had no bars and very limited battery power left. That was all right, though; nobody was waiting for him to call. Before he’d left, he’d mentioned to Mary that he might be late, possibly very late, even—as he had full intentions of spending some time with the ‘new guy’ that he’d met on his previous visit. He’d said it cautiously but firmly, remembering the handwriting on the Post-It and doing his best to start making sure that everyone around him knew that he intended to be the alpha of his own damn life from that point forward. Mary hadn’t seemed to give his show of dominance a second thought.

“Of course,”she’d told him. “Have fun! Meet people. Do things. God’s sake, Lyle, you’re a grown man and this isn’t prison.”