Chapter 45

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Over the next four days, Tom Alan alternated between common sense, horniness, hopefulness, shame, and deep, dark depression. He reminded himself frequently that Kale Omlet had just undergone a serious operation. Surely Milo was busy, as Kat had said. He was spending as much time as possible with his dad and probably other family members, too. He didn’t get back to England all that often of late. Expecting him to have his mind on some guy he’d only known a few days, at a time like this, was both stupid and arrogant.

You are on the short list, dummy, of people he reaches out to from a continent away—Irina Mischen, Jenn, and you. Their messages aren’t lengthy either. Your first one was poetry! He took an extra thirty seconds…Okay, maybe five…Anyway, even if it was accidental verse, he made the effort, and the message was fun. Sure, the other messages were even succincter. Is succincter a word? Anyway, they came. Be grateful, not needy!