Chapter 7

“I think I’m coming down with something,” said Zack. “I’m probably going to stay at home. You’d better make your own plans.”

Ian felt a flash of annoyance. Zack knew damned well he didn’t have anyone else to do anything with. He sure as hell didn’t know about Brad. Nor would he. Yet. Besides, how many times had he gone out with Zack when he’d had a raging cold, or a headache? “Take a Panadol, and if that doesn’t work, alcohol will,”Zack had always said. His ailment was obviously not curable by wine.

“I hope you feel better soon,” said Ian. “Do you need anything?”

“No, but thanks for asking. I’ll be okay after a couple of days in bed.”

“All right, but if you want something, let me know. I can drop it in. I don’t have to stay if you don’t feel up to it.”

“Thanks, my friend, but I should be okay. I’ll call you when I’m feeling better.”

“No worries. See you later.”

Ian hung up and wondered whether he should call Brad back. He picked up the phone.