Chapter 138

“Thanks.” Once again, Steve thought I was talking to him. “I bet it’s true.”

“You bet?” Talk about backtracking. Steve sucked at flirting.

“It is nice,” Jefferson said. “And Calvin only speaks in truth.”

“I see the light again.”

“Fuck!” That came from Steve.

“It’s okay, Steve. Patrick is there.”

“Hang in here, Goose. How about that? Stay with me.”

“I want Patrick.”

“Never me,” Steve said again.

“Someday, Steve.”

“Fuck. Floor it, Sheri! We’re losing him.”

Those were the last words I heard from Steve. Then, I heard Patrick loud and clear.

“Hey, Love Camel. There you are.” He turned to face me, as I found myself standing behind him on the deck of a large, fancy boat. “I’ve been waiting.” His ginger curls were highlighted in what was left of the daylight and tousled by a somewhat muggy breeze. As we ever so slightly rocked on the large lake, I noticed right way how his nose and cheeks were reddened by the sun, now about to set. He’d been there a while.