Chapter 24

And then you had to go and ruin it all with your stupid ideas about what’s appropriate.

What the hell are you going to do?

Sean finished his coffee and nibbled at his toast as he pondered that very question. What washe going to do? He didn’t even know where Arliss lived, so the first thing that came to mind—begging his forgiveness—was out of the question, for practical reasons. He very much doubted Arliss was listed in the phone book, and even if he was, Sean thought with hot-faced embarrassment, he didn’t even know the guy’s last name. He knew Arliss had told him he was off Sundays and Mondays, so if he wanted to talk to him, to plead his case as it were, he would have to wait until Tuesday night. He didn’t know if could do that, not when the mess he had made of things was eating at him so badly.

He got up and went inside to the kitchen, where he threw his half-eaten toast in the trash and washed his plate and mug, then set them on a tea towel on the counter to dry.